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Bright Eyes No One Would Riot For Less

Death may come invisible Or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers On some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments To the

Death may come invisible or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers on some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments to the

: Death may come invisible or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers on some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments to

well death may come invisible or in a holy wall of fire in the breath between the markers on a black I-80 mile from the madness of the governments to

: well death may come invisible or in a holy wall of fire in the breath between the markers on a black I-80 mile from the madness of the governments

I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear I'd been busy in the luggage van! Then he gave one flash of his glass-green eyes And the signal went "All

when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear I'd been busy in the luggage van! Then he gave one flash of his glass-green eyes And the signal went "