I was dancing on the breeze. Screaming in the wind. Crossing the seas with my friend. Trails of light passing in the night. Flying by don't know if I'll see you again.
Walked into the desert, about scorched by the sun. Always was an outlaw, a gambler with a gun. No more than memories, old pictures I saw. Way back before I could crawl.
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