| A lonely rider in the morning sun
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| Heading out into the west
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| And his journey only has begun
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| He still believes the very best
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| A golden rainbow hanging in the sky
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| Full of mercy for those about to die
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| Up in the heavens so close to the edge
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| An angel shall speak to the dead
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| Time to live
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| I hear the voices
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| Time to live
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| Of the spirits in the sky
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| Time to live
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| They leave no choices
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| Time to live now, live
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| Live or die
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| The fading light beams of the setting sun
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| Showing life is but a wheel
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| Oh lord, I never wanted to be the one
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| To be dying on the fields
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| And when it’s over and all is set and done
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| No more crying no more loving on the run
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| Up in the heavens so close to the edge
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| An angel shall speak to the dead
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| Time to live
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| I hear the voices
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| Time to live
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| Of the spirits in the sky
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| Time to live
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| They leave no choices
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| Time to live now, live
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| Live or die
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| Don’t you wonder, ride again
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| When you always hide in shadows
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| You will never lose the pain
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| When the sky shines in amber
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| And night starts to fall
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| There’s a light that burns forever for us all
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| Time to live
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| Time to live
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| Time to live
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| I hear the voices
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| Time to live
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| Of the spirits in the sky
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| Time to live
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| They leave no choices
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| Time to live now, live
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| Live or die |