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    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    A dramatic and evocative scene capturing the contrasting lives of Pancho and Lefty, set in a dusty, sun-scorched desert town. On one side, Pancho, a rugged and weathered outlaw, stands tall and defiant, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. His clothing is tattered yet hints at a once vibrant, adventurous life, adorned with a faded bandana and a leather belt worn from years of hard living. His eyes, dark and intense, reveal a life of hardship and rebellion, yet there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath his hardened exterior. Across from him, Lefty sits alone at a worn-out table inside a dimly lit, run-down cantina. His posture is slouched, his expression filled with guilt and sorrow, as if the weight of betrayal hangs heavy on his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple, weathered coat, his hand resting on a glass of tequila, untouched. His face, framed by gray hair, is lined with regret, his eyes distant as he stares out of the cantina’s window, lost in memories of his past decisions. The tension between them is palpable, even in their separation, with the scene filled with an air of inevitable tragedy. The cantina’s flickering lantern casts long shadows, adding to the somber mood. The dusty wind outside whistles through the cracks, carrying the haunting echoes of Pancho’s final ride and Lefty’s lonely exile.
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    A dramatic and evocative scene capturing the contrasting lives of Pancho and Lefty, set in a dusty, sun-scorched desert town. On one side, Pancho, a rugged and weathered outlaw, stands tall and defiant, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. His clothing is tattered yet hints at a once vibrant, adventurous life, adorned with a faded bandana and a leather belt worn from years of hard living. His eyes, dark and intense, reveal a life of hardship and rebellion, yet there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath his hardened exterior. Across from him, Lefty sits alone at a worn-out table inside a dimly lit, run-down cantina. His posture is slouched, his expression filled with guilt and sorrow, as if the weight of betrayal hangs heavy on his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple, weathered coat, his hand resting on a glass of tequila, untouched. His face, framed by gray hair, is lined with regret, his eyes distant as he stares out of the cantina’s window, lost in memories of his past decisions. The tension between them is palpable, even in their separation, with the scene filled with an air of inevitable tragedy. The cantina’s flickering lantern casts long shadows, adding to the somber mood. The dusty wind outside whistles through the cracks, carrying the haunting echoes of Pancho’s final ride and Lefty’s lonely exile.
    A dramatic and evocative scene capturing the contrasting lives of Pancho and Lefty, set in a dusty, sun-scorched desert town. On one side, Pancho, a rugged and weathered outlaw, stands tall and defiant, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. His clothing is tattered yet hints at a once vibrant, adventurous life, adorned with a faded bandana and a leather belt worn from years of hard living. His eyes, dark and intense, reveal a life of hardship and rebellion, yet there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath his hardened exterior. Across from him, Lefty sits alone at a worn-out table inside a dimly lit, run-down cantina. His posture is slouched, his expression filled with guilt and sorrow, as if the weight of betrayal hangs heavy on his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple, weathered coat, his hand resting on a glass of tequila, untouched. His face, framed by gray hair, is lined with regret, his eyes distant as he stares out of the cantina’s window, lost in memories of his past decisions. The tension between them is palpable, even in their separation, with the scene filled with an air of inevitable tragedy. The cantina’s flickering lantern casts long shadows, adding to the somber mood. The dusty wind outside whistles through the cracks, carrying the haunting echoes of Pancho’s final ride and Lefty’s lonely exile.
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    A dramatic and evocative scene capturing the contrasting lives of Pancho and Lefty, set in a dusty, sun-scorched desert town. On one side, Pancho, a rugged and weathered outlaw, stands tall and defiant, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. His clothing is tattered yet hints at a once vibrant, adventurous life, adorned with a faded bandana and a leather belt worn from years of hard living. His eyes, dark and intense, reveal a life of hardship and rebellion, yet there’s a flicker of vulnerability beneath his hardened exterior. Across from him, Lefty sits alone at a worn-out table inside a dimly lit, run-down cantina. His posture is slouched, his expression filled with guilt and sorrow, as if the weight of betrayal hangs heavy on his shoulders. He’s dressed in a simple, weathered coat, his hand resting on a glass of tequila, untouched. His face, framed by gray hair, is lined with regret, his eyes distant as he stares out of the cantina’s window, lost in memories of his past decisions. The tension between them is palpable, even in their separation, with the scene filled with an air of inevitable tragedy. The cantina’s flickering lantern casts long shadows, adding to the somber mood. The dusty wind outside whistles through the cracks, carrying the haunting echoes of Pancho’s final ride and Lefty’s lonely exile.
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day

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