Where the moon sinks low in the southern sky On the open plains, where the river runs dry Well, his feet are bare, bare and dusty brown And a hot wind blows over sacred ground And a new day breaks On...
If I ever get out of here Well I might just set alight to this town Swinging out that ball and chain Gonna, bring these four walls tumbling down So you take a fool like me Yeah and throw away the key...
You're keeping up a pretty good pace for an old man. The last couple of miles are a cool-down. Oh, really? How far are you going today? The usual. Ten miles. You? The usual. Fifteen. Harm? Call 911....

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