| There’s two kinds, of people in this world
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| The outlaws, and the lawmen that prevail
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| The bounty hunter’s job is on the wrong side of the law
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| Intentions, of the truth and nothing more
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| Burn 'em, clear the streets as he rides into the town,
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| Cause the nameless one’s gonna have some fun
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| He’s gonna bring an outlaw down
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| Wasted, it’s over quick he’s nailed 'em three for three
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| Then with his squint-eyed grin and stubbled chin,
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| He rides through history
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| The jury, in his mind the choices weigh
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| The trials, if you’re guilty you’re his prey
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| No judgment otherwise can change the lust
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| That’s in his eyes
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| The sentence, will be carried out in stride
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| No name, like a shadow on a moonless night
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| Real game, he’ll be there to uphold
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| Justice, law and order
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| And you’ll pay, the highest fee
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| When the gunslinger takes his piece
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| The money, it’s the price you have to pay
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| When he calls, drop your eyes and look away
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| The man has taken life to balance scales
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| Of wrong and right
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| Existence, each day a moral fight |