Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closing in on me
City faces haunt the places I roam alone
Cowboy, cowboy
Can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now
Too tired to try
Winds that once blew free
Now scatter dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy
Can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now
Too tired to try
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