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There's two kinds, of people in this world
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The outlaws, and the lawmen that prevail
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The bounty hunter's job is on the wrong side of the law
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Intentions, of the truth and nothing more
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Burn 'em, clear the streets as he rides into the town,
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Cause the nameless one's gonna have some fun
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He's gonna bring an outlaw down
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Wasted, it's over quick he's nailed 'em three for three
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Then with his squint-eyed grin and stubbled chin,
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He rides through history
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The jury, in his mind the choices weigh
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The trials, if you're guilty you're his prey
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No judgement otherwise can change the lust
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That's in his eyes
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The sentence, will be carried out in stride
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No name, like a shadow on a moonless night
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Real game, he'll be there to uphold
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Justice, law and order
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And you'll pay, the highest fee
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When the gunslinger takes his piece
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The money, it's the price you have to pay
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When he calls, drop your eyes and look away
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The man has taken life to balance scales
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Of wrong and right
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Existence, each day a moral fight
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Lone Justice
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Anthrax |