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Inside there is ice and cold,

Locked and loaded is gun I hold.

Ready to fire, ready to die,

Ready to hire fine place to die.


Sleeping outsider burning town,

With only friend of my very own.

He´s so cold and dead,

My head´s about to spread.


Alone in this cold, cruel world,

Only with the gun i hold.

Death is very awful thang,

So pul the trigger, hear the bang!



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