| So here you go you’re on your own
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| The flower blooms so freely
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| For fortune, musket, fyfe and drum
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| Your faking days won’t leave you
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| 'Cause young man now you nurse the gun
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| You’re nervous in the morning
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| 'Neath shattered skies your body lies
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| On the dark side of reason
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| The blood is lusting in your heart
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| Your flesh red hot and lonely
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| And vengeance gulps the bitter cup
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| That once held wine so sweetly
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| But young man legends still unfold
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| For regiment for glory
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| You search for gold like you’ve been told
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| And the light of day won’t leave you
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| But run
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| You’ll never turn and run
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| The everlasting gun
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| Your day will surely come
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| You’ll never run
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| For fickle kings you click the heel
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| Where a bleak moon leans so weary
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| Forgotten names on faceless graves
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| Your father’s home awaits you
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| Oh, the warrior is not the fool
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| The refugee of freedom
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| But the outlawed man who holds no gun
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| On the dark side of reason
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| But run
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| You’ll never turn and run
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| The everlasting gun
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| Your day will surely come
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| You’ll never run |