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None shall be weary nor stumble among themNone shall slumber or sleepThose whose arrows are sharp and their bows bentTheir horses' hooves shall be counted as flintAnd their wheels as a whirlwindTheir roaring shall be like a lionThey shall roar like young lionsThey shall roar and lay hold of their prey and carry it away safeAnd there shall be none to deliverAnd they shall roar against them in that day like the hiss of the seaAnd if one look on to the land behold darkness and distressAnd the light is darkenedAnd the clouds thereof (?)Oh let me be a water moccasinLet me be a low beast of the fieldLet me be a warm stone beneath a honey locust tree and free of the worldI want to float in the motel pool and drink a 40 and feel the sun bake downAnd it'll bake downIt'll bake downIt bakes down to the motherfucking groundGo thou forth and find trouble for trouble's sakeGo shoplift your weight in food and boozeDon't get tricked no matter where you goOh good adventurers let the river clean your bonesLetras de cancionesThere's always a place for you in the middle of nowhereYou gotta be at home in the wastelandGo find your life in the wastelandGo find a land where you're not wasting your lifeGo find your homeGo find your homeGo find your homeLiving in a dark tower, getting darker by the hourWill I wake up from a dark, dark daydreamNothing can wake me from myselfLiving in a dark tower, getting darker by the hourWill I wake up from a dark, dark daydreamNothing can wake me from myself, not you or no one else From Letras Mania