The Wanderer |
I
went out walking thru streets filled with stones Lifted some stones Saw the skin and bones Of a man who has lost his soul I went out drifting thru
clear muddy waters blue I went out searching thru
the capitals of green I went out riding under the
bullet red sky I WENT WITH NOTHING I went out walking with a
bible and a gun I WENT WITH
NOTHING
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