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Walkabout with Death

I've been on a walkabout with death He keeps trying for my last breath But I will not go gently or quietly anywhere Anywhere I want, most wouldn't dare He just took my uncle, and is coming for my friend I got in the truck and took him to face his end They say I don't know my place To fall in line, that's the disgrace They want to send me away again To try and see where my mind has been And why I'm layered with sin It'll be their turn To see if they can learn I do not hide What I am inside

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