| Harrowed, the name and place between them
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| Deathly silence
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| You see, there are two kinds in this world
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| You keep digging
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| Just fire, just shoot the rope you bastard
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| I’m inches from my death here
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| You can’t do this without me
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| I’m worth too much
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| All will kill again!
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| For one unnamed grave
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| If you save your breath
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| I feel that a man like you could manage it
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| As the rat washes his feet, his mocking laughter dries out in the desert sun
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| When you have to shoot, shoot don’t talk
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| But if you miss, you had better miss very well
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| In this blood stained gulch we stand
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| Feet above the ground
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| All will kill again!
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| For one unnamed grave
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| Tomb stones, their cross heads dance around them
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| The time for words is past us
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| Death’s hand won’t leave you this time
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| You’re worth too much
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| All will kill again!
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| For one unnamed grave
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| One rides away
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| One dead, one left hanging |