Escaping the pursuer
he ran into a jungle
the night is young
he rest by the stream
Moonlight lit his way as he leaves
Riding on the horseback
He set out on a new journey
Checking the bullets in his gun
He recalled what he did
A criminal he was called
A murderer he was called
But he knows his destination
The place where he belonged
"Ah, I hope to have that pie again."
But he knew it is impossible
Because what's left is just a head
Just a head
He stopped by a town
And saw her with a flower crown
He talked to her, smiled to her
She gave him a kiss
And she gave him a knife
"Let's end it here." she said
Then he laughed happily
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