Şarkı sözleri : White Flag. Third Strike. Festive Shapes.

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The sun is out, my lips are red
Another town is up ahead
Grab a shot and choke it down
Flee from the site without a sound
The dusty trail and U.S. mail
The desert haze and cactus
Got a job that I must do
If I don?t die before I?m through

Long riders, dying breed
Leather pouch is all I need
Got a job that must be done
Ride away into the sun
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The sun is set, I?ve won my bet
Lived through the day, collect my pay
I?ll saddle up next time in town
So I can bring the mail down
The dusty trail and U.S. mail
The desert haze and cactus
Got a job that I must do
If I don?t die before I?m through

Long riders, dying breed
Leather pouch is all I need
Got a job that must be done
Ride away into the sun