| Get off your high horse, hey man
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| Get off your white horse, hey man
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| Your gallop can’t shit nothing on the darkness
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| The rush of river water knows much more
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| Everyone must take a road
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| Take the road, that’s all they’re on
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| Everyone must take a road
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| Take the road, that’s all they’re on
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| You let it in, with a gust you take it in
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| Take in charm from shadow with the dawn
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| The sun will tell you when you must walk on
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| Are you like clowns or as headstrong as stones?
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| Do you open with dust to the black night?
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| Be careful with visions when drawn to the sky
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| Be wary of such constellations
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| No, we cannot be sure of our gallop or gate
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| But there’s one thing I knew, you know for sure
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| Everyone must take a road
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| Take the road, that’s all they’re on
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| Everyone must take a road
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| Take the road, that’s all they’re on
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| What of release?
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| What of ravens and the white birds?
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| A mystery, the echo left by deaf
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| We are hopeful, we are scattered, we are dust
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| We are hopeful, we are scattered, we are dust
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| We are hopeful, we are scattered, we are dust |