he's a real rage slinger
callus on his fingers
hugging on your veins tight
cowboy man
rope in his hands
he lassos while the girls cry
makes me the beggar
but when we're together
he'll promise me his life
the babes bow down
he’ll take his crown
and wander through the dead night
but i'm the one who meets him at sunrise
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