gaunt

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Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred

Their shirts all soaked with sweat

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat (yippie-I-ay)

They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught 'em yet'

My murder spree murk out this conk

Albert Fish gaunt sunk out this conk

Strictly ugly fuck for your cunt

Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Gaston

My, you look so gaunt

Much has changed since our last meeting, Gaston

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt

Their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat

To my island

Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide

Mournfully glide o'er my island

Walking on Gucci wearing Yves St. Laurent

Barely stay on 'cause I'm so goddamned gaunt

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My stomach aches from insufficient funds

My cheeks are gaunt, my guts are overdrawn

My head pounds

Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault

Gaunt, haunched edifices

Midst lightfingered mists

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A gaunt fashion

Pulled tightly over peaking bone

Sain y niwl

Gaunt y goydwig fwsog

Gwenithfaen, cen y coed, a'r lleuad

While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive

Now, suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite

I looked up and saw a third machine

Jaded and gaunt, some September

Ghost riders in the sky.

Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked

with sweat

A conscience re-designed to be childlike and bitter

The gaunt visage you try to hide

While walking past mirrors

Hero's face was gaunt and tanned

His sail was set in search of land

Cross the highways, smell the fumes

See a girl frighteningly gaunt, somebody didn't want

How do I tell her I don't care, if she sleeps downstairs?

Nexus Polaris, a truth concealed

A gaunt expression of the end

Prophecies revealed, dimensional chaos

Bullies

Gaunt kid

On my own

We sit at the gate and scratch

The gaunt fruit of passion

Dies in the light

Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat

He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet

We're a tight knit clique in the virtual

Our purses are fat these kids are gaunt

Every little bit helps a lot

Conch fritters crispin' in the kitchen

Grew gaunt in prison

My own warden, celly, and superintendent

And I walked down the streets for miles

A gaunt face held in exile

And I walked through the streets for miles

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They were coming, they were coming, gaunt and ghastly, sad and slow

They were coming, all the crimson wrecks of pride