Yellabird - The Chase | Текст песни

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Cold wind howlin close
Camp fire burnin slow, hot glow, red coals
He tracks down dusty roads
The chase is all he knows

Three days ride to coast
Map marks west he knows cold to the bone
Gang they do approach
Lamplights, dirty coats

Shoot away
Choose your days

Two down two to go
Steal grip gets em slow down to the floor
The last man standing lone
Thoughts drift close to home
Never gonna go

Shoot away
Choose your days

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