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Stallion, step away |
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Saddle up the width of an age |
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I'm good where I am, I am good where I am, stallion |
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Write off stray gold from the list I hold |
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And I wrote off all the gold from the list you hold |
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I'll be the grave with no name on the stone, stallion |
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And fight for your right to hate the night |
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Children sing like a choir with no taste for the wine |
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And the time winding down, when the chiding eye falls upon you, you |
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First fall of light on the counterfeit ring lightens other things, some unknown glittering |
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The balancing of rider and steed can't be upon yooooouuuu, yooooouuuu |
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Yooooouuuu, yooooouuuu |
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Stallion, step away |
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Saddle up the width of an age |
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I'm good where I am, I am good where I am |
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Oh, my god where I am, oh my god where I am |
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And you, you have to flexing two muscles on the stage |
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Now, step away, step, step away, step away |
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Saddle up the width of an age |
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Wrote off the prospect of gold in my way |
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Stallion, step away |
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The fluttering of wings in the trees can't be upon yooooouuuu |
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Yooooouuuu, yooooouuuu, yooooouuuu |
