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My soul gets shot down

With the bullet in your gun.

Put the pistol in your holder

And smack down on the mud.

You spat on the ground

And it mixes with the blood.

Now The tumbleweeds are roaming

Across the Sandy dessert

And I imagine my lover

As an old timey western

The TV flickers anxiously

When I hear the car door slam

I get up to wash the dishes