again, couldn't always figure out what he was saying
oh i was set to find the lonesome place where i was lost but left a trace
by carving riddles on the lonesome vine
oh but rumor has it that i wasn't born
i just walked in one frosty morn
into the vision of some vacant mind
oh once i held a pony by it's flying mane
and one i called the shadow in the turning game
but i will fight this stranger that you should fear
so i won't be your burden of tomorrow dear
oh a saviors on the border of the suns
swings on the chambers of her guns
and tries to shoot the cord and light the path
ah but hell i'm just a blind man on the plains
i drink my water when it rains
and live by chance among the lightning strikes
oh once i held a glacier to an open flame
and once i felt like wildcat in the falling game
but i will fight this stranger that you should fear
so i won't be your burden of tomorrow dear
oh the singer's on the edge to feed the canyon's mouth
they will go on forever 'til they say you out of time
but i will fight this stranger that you should fear
so i won't be your burden of tomorrow dear
the singer's on the edge to feed the canyon's mouth
they will go on forever til they send you out of time
but i will fight this stranger that you should fear
so i won't be your burden of tomorrow dear

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