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Feb 2013
I have been walking this long dark road for a while
Waiting for the sun to show up, so I can find my home some sunny day
All my friends are gone they didn’t see the goal ahead
Even my baby has left me, I got no women to hold my hand

One day there stood a man with a riffle in his hand
He said; give me your money or I shoot you dead right where you stand
I took my gun out, to show the man I wonΒ΄t be bullied around
But as I pulled the trigger all my bullets were gone

So now I lie dead on this cold dark road
The sun is about to show up but I will never find my home
Michael Christensen
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Michael Christensen  Denmark
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