The buyers the solders
The sand and light of the moon
The way made of gravel
The hot dancing place
The shop the saloon ex western

Since no one here, the village dies
Both mother and her son cries
Only one street light shines
So bright

Hey you! Living sooul from Kansas
Come here and sing with me the song
Village is about to collapse
The wood is full of imagos
Set the only stone to the sand
There's no hope for this land

Hoe hoe mistletoe
Fly away my dear friend
The indians the red blood
Written deep
Lies and sand what is coverring what
Lot lot of voice sky lies
Line thin line the bass cries

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