| The chains from the bridle and the reins fell from my hands
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| The engines are idle and the ship sails on dry land
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| I stood there stupefied, I thought I recognized
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| Walking down Rocking Horse Road, getting lost
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| Shot through Vaseline, he picks up the paper from the lawn
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| And tucks «The Suburban Assassin"underneath his arm
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| He smiles weakly and turns away
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| I know you’ll never come to harm
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| Walking down Rocking Horse Road, it’s so peaceful
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| It’s like a photograph
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| From the other side of the world
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| I said «I want you only»
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| And then I left you alone
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| Crying on Rocking Horse Road, or somewhere quite like it The cemetery gardens, there are names not numbers on the gateposts
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| And the eyes in the curtain follow you like a smirking ghost
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| I know I must not look back
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| 'Cause part of me is waiting still
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| There on Rocking Horse Road for you
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| In a little dream house made for two
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| Well you were the one that made your escape
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| In your stocking feet and your sticky tape
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| All the way down |