The story
He carries the bruise and keeps moving.
He rides through dust and daylight with grit still under his nails, trying to outrun whatever clings to him. The road keeps opening, but every mile feels like it leaves more dirt behind his ribs, and he knows clean water is never the same as clean enough.
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Lyrics
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