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In this little number we're graced by two displays of character,
We've got the gun-slinger extraordinaire and walking contridiction...

Cold is the Sun, as she wonders where he's gone...

Screw your face from your laptop screens, see the people in places in your magazines...

I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather...

They're a bunch of toughies, and I don't think you'll know them all. If you do, I'll declare myself an idiot.