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Renegade wind.
All I long to do is move about like the wind,
Leaving behind only my ghost to haunt the streets of Babylon.
Like a lost son of Geronimo, with his renegade band of bones; I search the American cosmos for a wild tomorrow.
Leaving behind only my ghost to haunt the streets of Babylon.
Like a lost son of Geronimo, with his renegade band of bones; I search the American cosmos for a wild tomorrow.
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