| You can ride on
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| 'Til you get old
|
| They’ll hunt you down
|
| and nail you to the road
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| Falling on, you might fall apart
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| It’ll haunt you in your dreams
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| and in the dark
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| They’ll haunt you in your dreams
|
| and in the dark
|
| Mmm. |
| Mmmm.
|
| Sun down, gotta life before
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| You and your men came riding to the door
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| You left a man with fire all around
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| His wife and son have buried in the ground
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| You can ride on
|
| 'Til you get old
|
| It’ll hunt you down
|
| and nail you to the road
|
| They’ll hunt you down
|
| and nail you to the road
|
| And the seasons here and gone
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| But not the winter and your broken heart
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| And the seas will roll and turn
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| Just like your soul
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| As you watched her burn
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| You watched her burn
|
| Mmmm.
|
| And the seasons here and gone
|
| But not the winter and your broken heart
|
| And the seas will roll and turn
|
| Just like your soul
|
| As you watched her burn
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| You watched her burn
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| Burn. |
| Burn.
|
| Mmm. |
| Mmmm. |
| Mmmm. |
| Mmmm. |