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Oh God, I think |
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I'm dyingAnd our drinks were just poured |
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Look outside, someone's waiting |
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With a yellow horse |
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With a hole in the heart |
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I was forced |
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To ride in morning traffic |
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With a golden hand by your fortress side |
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But without magic |
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Somebody tell me it won't be long' |
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Cause a horse is not a home |
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A horse is not a home |
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Uninvited to the play |
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Where language doesn't hurt |
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With nothing on my shirt |
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Sometimes |
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I swim with you |
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In a room that is ocean-sized and clear not here |
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Where all |
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I breathe is smoke |
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With a hole in the heart |
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I was forced |
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To ride in morning traffic |
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With a golden hand by your fortress side |
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But without magic |
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Somebody, somebody |
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Somebody tell me it won't be long' |
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Cause a horse is not a home |
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A horse is not a home |
