stop right there my friend
reconsider
stop right there my friend
TOO second figure
aint life nothing to be grand
was here a bad dealt gut shot hand
aint the taste of moonshines bitter
are you now a mortal quitter
excuse the times spent with thee
excuse the times our souls were free
excuse my sorrow or happiness
excuse my tears for your minds duress
a click of mechanics and the deed be done
problems solved with a smokin gun
blink of and eye in a worried mans haste
wrought the silence OH what a waste
Silence
Oh Silence
There Will Be Silence
And the Deed be Done
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