| You hold me down in the best way
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| No quarter from these chains that I’ve
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| Slapped on my heart for a feeling
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| Why can’t I let my demons lie?
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| Keep screaming into the pillow
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| Cause your touch still gets me stupid high
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| Oh, glory, I’m a believer
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| Oh, glory, I’mma try, but
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| Wild horses, wild horses
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| Wild horses run faster, run faster
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| Run faster
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| Wild horses run faster, run faster
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| Run faster
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| You call my truth in the worst way
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| Through the dirty lens of a broken smile
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| And I swear I’m not a pretender
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| Sometimes it’s love who’s the biggest liar
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| So, I keep on damning the devil
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| And you keep on saying it’s alright
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| Oh, glory, I’m a believer
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| Oh, Lord, I’m holding tight, but
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| Wild horses, wild horses
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| Wild horses run faster, run faster
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| Run faster
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| Wild horses run faster, run faster
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| Run faster
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| So, I keep on damning the devil
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| And you keep on saying it’s alright
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| Oh, glory, I’m a believer
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| Oh, Lord, I’m holding tight, but
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| Wild horses, wild horses
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| Wild horses run faster, run faster
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| Run faster
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| Wild horses run faster, run faster
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| Run faster
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| Wild horses run faster, run faster
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| Run faster |