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Lord knows I'm sick,
sleep with demons in the fold,
I've been told many many things,
of that which I believe,
I've never been sold,
Sold,
tell me again,
where should I sleep?
Lay my head?
With my sacred gun?
Rested and tired,
can't believe,
and there are many many days of travel to come,
Walking towards the sun.
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released August 6, 2017
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