Again such a night in Los Angeles
My passport is restless in my boot
My thoughts have wings - they wonder
They tell me, do you thin, get lost, flee
And I think about what I'm in Paris
dreams of good wine, women and beautiful things
I think about my life - here, at night on Highway
about the life of a rebel - a rebel king
twenty years she called me a bandit
twenty years I was on the run
twenty years I have defended my honor
Twenty years have I tried to hurt anyone
you say : there is a madman
He stands with his back to the wall I hear her Talk!
And sometimes I talk to them
Yes it is true, I do not speak much
Yes it is true, there is not much that I know something
But one thing I have learned certain : You reap what you sow
is there a hawk - high in the sky
A truly magnificent bird
He waits on silver wings,
to the bright word proclaim
And he flies alone then ...
Lee Claton - I ride alone
The phenomena are not inherently existing! 
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