| He means to ride me on
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| He sees a battle he don’t want to face alone
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| I bolt upwards and shake him off my back
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| He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track
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| Well I can’t be your horse any more
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| You’re not the warrior I’ve been looking for
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| I see what you mean to do with me
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| I cannot protect you from who you want to be
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| Go face the Lord on your own
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| You have my love but it will not make you grow
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| I can’t be your horse anymore
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| You’re not the warrior I would die for
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| He fearing solitude, began to beg
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| When he saw I was sure, stuck a knife into my leg
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| Good luck walking on in your own bloody trail
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| This noble path you’re on will send us both to hell
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| I’m just a horse on the moor
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| Where is my warrior I’ve been looking for?
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| I stumble some way on, licking my sores
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| Tasting the memory of pain I have endured
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| Wondering where am I to go?
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| Well looking back on a bloody trail, you think that I should know
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| But I’m just a horse with no name
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| Somewhere there is other beasts who think the same
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| I’m just a horse with no name
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| Some place there’s some other beasts who think the same
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| One morning I awoke to someone calling me
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| A priestess I’d seen once in some arcana dream
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| And she pulled an orange from the ground
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| Is this my warrior?
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| I am found
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| I’m just a horse with no name
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| Where are my other beasts who think the same?
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| I’m just a horse on the moor
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| Where is the warrior I’ve been looking for? |