Текст песни DESPERADOS - Gone With The Wind

Praying to the wretched beasts
Maybe they can forgive
The warriors of haunted souls
And common mavericks
Sorrows of their inner lifes
Hope burned down in flames
A king would trade his finest crown
To get out of their way

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Hearts will break a thousand times
Not even just in dreams
Guns will wait a thousand nights
Gone with the wind
Gone with the wind

Dying with their boots on
The shadows of the proud
Still sounding in their ears
The mating call of gold
Millions sacred tombs
No medicine will ever heal
That never healing wounds

Hearts will break a thousand times
Not even just in dreams
Guns will wait a thousand nights
Gone with the wind
Gone with the wind

Upon a land where glory lies

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