| I can’t control this flesh and blood
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| That’s wrapped around my bones
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| It moves beneath me like a river
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| Into the great unknown
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| I stepped onto the moving stairs
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| Before I could tie my shoes
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| Pried a harp out the fingers of a renegade
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| Who lived and died the blues
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| And his promise made was never clear
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| It just carved itself in me All I saw was frost inside my head
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| On the night he said to me Someday we’ll live like horses
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| Free rein from your old iron fences
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| There’s more ways than one to regain your senses
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| Break out the stalls and we’ll live like horses
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| We’re the victims of the heartbreak
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| That kept us short of breath
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| Trapped above these bloodless streets
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| Without a safety net
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| I stood in line to join the trial
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| One more customer of fate
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| Claimed a spoke in the wheel of the wagon train
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| On the road to the golden gate
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| On the flat cracked desert I jumped ship
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| It just made sense to me
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| I’ve spent too long in the belly of the beast
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| And now I shall be free
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| Someday we’ll live like horses
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| Free rein from your old iron fences
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| There’s more ways than one to regain your senses
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| Break out the stalls and we’ll live like horses
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| Someday
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| Free rein from your old iron fences
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| There’s more ways than one to regain your senses
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| Break out the stalls and we’ll live like horses |