.Seven blue stones in the desert sand
A shiny gun in a young thief's hand
A stolen car and a broken dream
Blood on his hands and it won't come clean
No where to run, no where to turn
The fires of rage begin to burn
You can't go home and he can't go on
His flesh is wea.
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