| ["Dry desert winds blow sand into a shabby bar
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| Drunken guys with cracking souls hang around
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| In the corners and are out of hope
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| Mankind is in despair, because the mighty
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| Shadows of the dark tower lie over them
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| Like a black blanket"]
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| The door is banging on the wall
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| Shadows of a men enters this hall
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| Silence governs the room
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| Now is the beginning of doom
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| The man’s face is dirty and far
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| But the eyes sparkle clear like a star
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| It’s Dragon, the gunslinger
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| The guy with the nimble finger
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| He is searching the dark tower
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| Has never seen there a blooming flower
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| His mission is to rescue the land
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| And Dragon is ready for the last stand
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| Until the bad powers are put aside
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| Hope returns and morning light
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| You must kill to get back the sun
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| In a battle with a loaded gun
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| Here comes the gunslinger
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| With the nimble finger
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| To fight against the dark tower
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| Until death with all his power
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| Here comes the gunslinger… |