On a pale….horse…… I rode into the ghost town; Smoking opium and down the led line’s dead frown- Nowherebound. Red eyes. Black boots. Fair skin. Running rouge down her chin. There was no room; no room for us in the End. Nowherebound. The well was wrung by but the sweat of our brow there ain’t no provision for our parched lips now I fought with the angels until they sucked me dry I don’t know how to come back down. I got too hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Nowherebound. The orphan boy He’s been a bastard since he showed up at the chapel step He’s got a secret, whispered in my ear, I heard his song; Oh, How I wept. Nowherebound.
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