Let there be songs! Preachers and Undertakers

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Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mountBut nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that countsAnd the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile hornCome in, she saidI’ll give ya shelter from the storm

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