| On a river of sighs a boat came towards me
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| A flimsy disguise covered the devil
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| Who sang from a song sheet of how modern lifes a bore
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| In his choirboy’s attire
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| He sang me the life to which good girls aspire
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| Where men in white coats
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| Give us pills to tame the horses that stamp on our floors
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| And pills for when the horses have bolted out the door
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| Its hard to explain
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| I dont like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
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| Im running out of trails
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| Worn paths dont lead to where I need to get to every time
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| She moves in secret ways
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| And there is grace and poised perfection
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| When she takes the helm
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| She moves in secret ways
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| Now the house is on fire, the rats are all screaming
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| The horses are tired, they think theyre still dreaming
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| Cause the barn doors are open, the crossbar is hanging in the wind
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| So the devil sings higher
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| Oh, just look at what youre doing
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| Yeah, hes joined by a choir of doctors and statesmen
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| Who plan their sorry lives to the last day’s end
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| But look at all the happy things that happen by accident
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| Its hard to explain
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| I dont like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
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| Im running out of trails
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| Worn paths dont lead to where I need to get to every time
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| She moves in secret ways
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| And there is grace and poised perfection
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| When she takes the helm
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| She moves in secret ways
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| Days gone by, I thought I had it all
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| Filed in little boxes
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| Now I find I never had control
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| Just took little chances and won
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| Now the devils downstream, hes singing to someone
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| My horses are free, they answer to no-one
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| Unbridled, untethered, they roam on the unmarked land
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| In my house, theres a calm, a peace has descended
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| No need for alarm, its as she intended
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| Im through with trying to fight the things I dont understand
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| Accept my sweet surrender to the greater, better plan
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| Its hard to explain
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| I dont like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
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| Im running out of trails
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| Worn paths dont lead to where I need to get to every time
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| She moves in secret ways
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| And there is grace and poised perfection
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| When she takes the helm
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| She moves in secret ways
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| She moves in secret ways
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| She moves in secret ways |