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He
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looked
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down
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into
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her
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brown
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eyes
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and
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said
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"Say
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a
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prayer
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for
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me."
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She
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threw
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her
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arms
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around
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him,
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whispered
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"God
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will
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keep
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us
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free."
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They
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could
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hear
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the
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riders
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comin',
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he
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said
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"This
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is
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my
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last
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fight.
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If
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they
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take
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me
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back
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to
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Texas,
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they
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won't
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take
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me
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back
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alive."
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There
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were
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Seven
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Spanish
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Angels
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at
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the
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Altar
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of
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the
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Sun.
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They
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were
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prayin'
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for
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the
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lovers
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in
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the
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Valley
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of
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the
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Gun.
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When
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the
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battle
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stopped
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and
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the
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smoke
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cleared,
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there
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was
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thunder
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from
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the
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throne.
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And
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Seven
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Spanish
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Angels
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took
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another
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angel
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home.
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She
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reached
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down
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and
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picked
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the
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gun
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up
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that
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lay
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smokin'
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in
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his
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hand.
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She
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said
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"Father
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please
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forgive
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me,
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I
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can't
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make
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it
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without
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my
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man."
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And
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she
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knew
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the
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gun
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was
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empty,
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and
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she
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knew
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she
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couldn't
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win,
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but
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her
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final
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prayer
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was
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answered
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when
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the
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rifles
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fired
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again.
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There
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were
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Seven
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Spanish
|
Angels
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at
|
the
|
Altar
|
of
|
the
|
Sun.
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They
|
were
|
prayin'
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for
|
the
|
lovers
|
in
|
the
|
Valley
|
of
|
the
|
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Gun.
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When
|
the
|
battle
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stopped
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and
|
the
|
smoke
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cleared,
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there
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was
|
thunder
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from
|
the
|
throne.
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And
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Seven
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Spanish
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Angels
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took
|
another
|
angel
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home.
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There
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were
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Seven
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Spanish
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Angels
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at
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the
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Altar
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of
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the
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Sun. (Oh, I believe)
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They
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were
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prayin'
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for
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the
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lovers (Oh I believe)
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in
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the
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Valley
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of
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the
|
Gun. (Well, well, well)
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When
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the
|
battle
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stopped
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and
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the
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smoke
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cleared,
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there
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was
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thunder
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from
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the
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throne. (Oh, yeah)
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And
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Seven
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Spanish
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Angels
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took
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another
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angel
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home.
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(Try to choose songs without swear words)