We leap out in unison, swallowing both the clear and the muddy.
The rusted end of momentum.
A movie-star with a composed face, a dazzling rock star.
Blown away, in the same league.
We're modern strange cowboy
Are you ready to the action?
There's no wall in front of you.
Do you have any function?
Order: back to the fire
Unutterable insanity
I can't ignore my will; don't sugarcoat it.
Holding a 39°C body temperature
Live through the moment now, cowboy
So that the newly bloomed flower doesn't scatter.
Live through it, cowboy
Now dash through, cowboy
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In the blink of an eye it rots away-grave markers require advance booking.
My turn, though it seems long, is short.
An oddball romancer, a withdrawn Mr.
This time I'm verbose.
We're modern strange cowboy
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Are you ready to the action?
There's no time to cry.
How do you have any function?
Traditionally: get! Light your fire.
Sensibility is already naked-impaction.
Lurking, eyes fixed on life-don't hesitate.
What kind of move? Heat up.
Live through the present, cowboy
The heart's voice I surely heard is rollin'.
Live through it, cowboy
Now master it, cowboy
If someday you cast the countless joys and sorrows of the stars into the sky
Only the soul probably knows it all.
It may rise or fall.
Holding a 39°C body temperature
Live through the present, cowboy
So as not to scatter the newly bloomed flower
Live through it, cowboy
My name is modern strange cowboy