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A DEAD MAN'S WORDS(Slater/Tate)I trace what's left of mycold steel . . . as it twitches.Apply the tourniquet tight.Savor the moment, this might be my last sip of life.I see at least one hundred milesOf shifting, stirring sand.A forsaken man in this strangers' land.They've left me for . . . dead.I'm so tired of feeling scaredbut I've got to find a way.I've got this gun in my hand,blood on my tongue as I writedead man's words.The word we hear isthere's one man down and he's alive.They ask for volunteers.I raise my hand high.I'm sure he'd do the same for me.It's three days through the desert heatLetras de cancionesto save one man's life andI don't even know his name.And I'm so tired and my thirst is strong.I might not make it back alive.But I've got my gun at my side.There's just one fear I can't hide and it'sa dead man's words in the sand!Out in the desert, so tired!And I don't even know his name.I will keep my head down!I'm so tired but there's no way outbut . . . ahead!I will not die out in the desert!I will not die!I will keep my head down!How many days pass?Hard to tell in the desert.The wind says . . . nothing.I move, the bullet bites,infected to the bone.Will it find its home . . . before me?I pray that you find me soonbefore I slip away.I'm so tired but I've got to hang on.I've just got to make it one more night.I've got this gun in my hand.I've got blood on my tongue.One last time I writedead man's words . . . out in the desert.So tired! From Letras Mania