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"Striking Gold (In The Old West)"

The scorching sun hangs over head, as vultures pray upon the dead. I can't help but think of all the lives that stood here before me. I drive through the open land, as sand and wind blow hand-in-hand. Windows down, we're feeling fine. [These wind-worn plains will host my getaway. I'll drive all day, I'll drive all night, even if the sun's in my eyes. And it's no surprise than when I get there, i'll be all alone. I'll let you know. I'll let you know, if I ever strike gold.] Contemplate my next disguise. A brand new plan I have devised. Will it work like magic tonight? If so, the roads were paved for me and only me. Man I know, the feeling will never go. No it will never get old. And as the seasons unwind, the reason's getting harder to find. I've got mine.

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