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Highwayman
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Ironhorse Writer
©1/29/2007
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Living on the highway
A life of paying dues
Freedom bears a price tag
When nothing's left to lose
A fire dwells within my soul
It's burning scar runs deep
Seeds, long sewn, harvest a toll
Sins, for which I reap
Know me as the Highwayman
Seek not my name nor face
I ride upon
The dusk and dawn
Within this cursed race
Friendship often breeds deceit
Loyalty tends to lack
The only friend I look to greet
Is the wind upon my back
Love can be a cruel game
That leaves a heart in debt
It cares not who is left to blame
Nor who has placed the bet
Know me as the Highwayman
Seek not my name nor face
I ride upon
The dusk and dawn
Within this cursed race
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