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EAcross the plain fBlew the lAone grey rGider
ELeather bag pBounding Aon his bGack
EAbove the clouds the mBoon was clAimbing hGigher
A Epack of wolves wBanted their mAoney bGack
D With folded arms the chief stood F#mwatching
D Painted braves slipped down the hF#mill
A In his ears the spirit tGalking
As they closed in
For an easy kBill
At the house the door was wide open
Wind blew curtains off the rod
She was waiting and hoping
She was praying to her god
He was luckier than most men
He was barely in his prime
As she stood their in the doorway
Her long dress flowing
Would he make it this time
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Over the hill in the big green country
That's the place where the cancer cowboy rides
Pure as the driven snow before it got him
Sometimes I feel like he's all right
Sometimes I feel like a piece of paper
Sometimes I feel like my own name
Sometimes I feel different later
Sometimes I feel
I feel just the same
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Contribuição: Aldren Lucas Soares Canuto(email protected)
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