Galactic Cowboys - The Struggle |
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The Struggle
Galactic Cowboys Cover my eyes, too bright for night Path that I run, too small for some Plant my feet and try to stand Take a step and try to walk, I fall The struggle never ends Chains made of flesh, shackles of death Peace to my right, Spirit of life Just a slave to something I can't stand It's gonna kill me, kill the inner man Like a pyre burning up and down It's gonna burn this temple to the ground |
