Mark Guns Pub Songs Podcast

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Mark Guns, Pub Songs Podcast. To darken the sky, he rode into the night to see his lover the way.

The smell of flowers in the air, he passed out of care across a bridge, oh, that's a day.

When the shadow stepped from the rail, from the saddle he sailed, and its horse rode off her the way.

As the man was caught of guard, the shatter struck him hard and his hopes rode off

Her the way, or the way, or the way, oh his hopes rode off for the way, or the way, oh, his hopes rode off

or the way, or the way, or the way, or the way, or the way, oh, his hopes rode off, or the way.

Well, the fire burned inside, and he beat the brigand thrice that he consumed him or the way.

And the man thought he'd won till he felt the brigand sun grab hold of him or the way. And the man thought he would won till he felt the brigand son grab hold of him or the way.

And the thief took his revenge and he beat the man on ending with a cat a night and tail

or the way.

Well he shrank to the night bloody by the fire like a cat he shrieked or away or the way or the way or the

way or the whale like a cat he shrieked or the way or the way or the way or the way or the way or the way

like a cat he shrieked over the way.

The law followed that yell. So the man lay where he fell, nothing left the man's shell.

Over the way, as he laid the body to rest,

His love clutched her breast,

or her heart was robbed and killed on that day.

Then she breathed her last breath and bloodstained the dress on the lashes that slew her man today.

As her body fell to the ground, there was an echoing howl of the hounds that helped her them, or the way, or the way, or the way, or the way, or the hounds held for them, or the way, or way or the way or the way or the way or the

hounds half for them are the way or the way or the way or the way or the way or the way or the

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