| Look at you you, look at me, we’ve barely escaped
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| The hanging tree can’t stay out of trouble
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| We’re had to the bone
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| It’s all true can’t you see, we’ve both turned our
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| Backs on society
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| But it’s okay, we found a road of our own
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| A road of our own
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| To the great unknown
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| They’ll welcome us at Eden’s gate
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| When we’re riding towards the setting sun
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| Is it too soon or just too late
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| For two souls on the run?
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| We’re heading west were
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| Freedom waits
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| Another world another place were
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| We can live free
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| The West, aces and eights
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| Where our broken chains and liberty shall be
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| My walking shoes, are worn out
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| Giving me something to talk about
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| The desert is reaping more than it saw
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| It’s all proved, without doubt, there’s things you
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| Can’t live without
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| While trying to escape the devil’s claws
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| The devil’s claws
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| Tell me what you saw
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| They’ll welcome us at Eden’s gate
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| With women, wine and blazing guns
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| Is it too soon or just too late
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| For two souls on the run
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| We’re heading west were
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| Freedom waits
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| Another world another place
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| Where we can live free
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| The West, aces and eights
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| Where our broken chains and liberty shall be |