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Gold Cold And Old
Many weapons I have come across,
in this long long desert walk,
in iran I was the man youd buy from
any gun, my son is my shadow
he follows my path though,
so straight and narrow,
I squeeze my pillow...
where are you melody, in the sun the air and trees.
love me the way you did when you were alive..
its my fault you died..
Crazy continuing Career character, not too shaddby of a fellow
sitting watching the show,little did he know the push and shove
made this an ambush, focus and wish we could go back,...
your death only has one react...a pact to avenge...
until the end...my love i kill them all and call it the desolation of smag...
