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The Art Of Survival
He makes his way through the heart of the night,. With all he owns in a pack. Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle,. And it don't look like they're coming back.
Listen To Me
If I took away your shelter, put you on the street. If I took away your table and chairs, threw away your meat. Stole away your wife and child, see how lonesome you would be.
Broken Bottles
About three miles up that run down road. There's an old town dump with some fools gold. Just waiting for a bandit's hand to steal. What one soul lost I'd always find.
The Art Of Survival
He makes his way through the heart of the night. With all he owns in a pack. Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle. And it don't look like they're coming back.
Listen To Me
If I took away your shelter, put you on the street. If I took away your table and chairs and threw away your meat. Stole away your wife and child, see how lonesome you would be.
Broken Bottles
About three miles up that run down road. There's an old town dump with some fool's gold. And it's waitin' for a bandit's hand to steal. . And what one soul lost I'd always find.
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