Cowboy
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Cold gray buildings where a hill should be Steel and concrete closin' in on me City faces haunt the places I used to roam Cowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hide Too late to fight now - too tired to try Wind that once blew free Now scatters dust to the sky Cowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hide Too late to fight now - too tired to try
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