You just to stand there in the glass looking at meīut my heart is wild, and my bones are steelĪnd I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free Just a killer come to call from some awful dream I do not lay in the dark waiting for day hereĪnd I'm racing out on the desert plains all night I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean lightĪnd we race right out on the desert plains all night You see the moon is bright in that treetop night To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand I will not lay like this for days now upon end Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand It puts its face up to my face so I could see
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