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I killed a polite guard Just nineteen years

In the midnight of the city Shots rang out loud

I got out to the west and there killed again

Ridin' on a train to north to seek a place to die

Tell em tell me why I should shoot

Tell me why I should kill

Warm gun only made my heart warm

For living thru tomorrow For looking for the answer

So much for me

When I made my birthplace In the late autumn

I made up my mind to go on living with robbed money

I'd never been satisfied ever since my birth

At least I'd like to live till twenty years