Draw your six guns from behind your back. Would I lie to you? Well, there's nothing to say. He was an artist, and a writer, and a poet, and a friend. Through all this evil and wreckage WE maintained a self of esteem. So wake you son of a bitch. I wanna know who you are with. Why do you roll in the night at like 6 in the morning? Wake up my lovely mine, why do you spend your time with these guys that don't love you the way I do?
Let me take you to the herding ground where all good men are trampled down.
Let me take you to the herding ground where all good men are trampled down.
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