| Waking up in a sea of enmity
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| Could this be my last recourse
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| Will these men conspire to end me
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| Must I mount this feeble horse ride into the southern distance leave behind
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| this live I’ve led
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| Shall I risk my my own existence
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| O’er these words that must be said
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| Southbound as the wind blows past me
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| To the town I’ve left behind
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| Will this plague of hate outlast me
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| Will I find some peace of mind
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| Onwards cross the scorching sands
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| My sole companion left as dead
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| Now on foot in foreign lands
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| And still that price upon my head
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| The weeks cocoon, fly off as years
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| And still I wander wondering
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| Has my life been worth the tears
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| And will my last breath mean a thing
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| Southbound as the wind blows past me
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| To the town I’ve left behind
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| Will this plague of hate outlast me
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| Will I find some peace of mind |