| Born to ride, love is on the run
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| Like horses on the prairie land, nature feel as one
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| All goodbyes, forgotten and erased
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| The woven webs of mystery laid out across my face
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| Paperweight, paperweight, paperweight
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| Paperweight, paperweight, paperweight
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| When I wake in the sky, there’s this golden sun
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| And I see away life has just begun
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| Future’s bright like the heart of a burning sun
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| We collide, 'cause we’re on different paths
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| Choking on the fumes of a smoking gitane cigarette
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| We get by in so many ways
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| Compromise our devil side as Jesus comes to stay
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| Paperweight, paperweight, paperweight
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| Paperweight, paperweight, paperweight
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| When I wake in the sky, there’s this golden sun
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| And I see away what has just begun
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| Future’s bright like the heart of a burning sun
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| And I see away what I could become
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| Should I stay, should I go
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| Call this place a home
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| Stepping right, breathing slow
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| Love is on the run
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| Should I wait, should I go
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| Ride into the sun
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| Stepping right, take it slow
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| It’s no surprise, the writings on the wall
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| Focus on your eager eyes, the gateway to your soul
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| As soon as I wake in the sky, there’s this golden sun
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| And I see away life has just begun
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| Future’s bright like the heart of a burning sun
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| And I see away what I could become
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| When I wake in the sky, there’s this golden sun |