| Riding away on your little white horse
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| Remember yourself as a poor, clueless kid
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| Blown out and thrown out and groping for your bid
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| Laid out flat in the back of your mind
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| Watching your own sorry self from behind
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| Riding away on your little white horse
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| You stare down at your legs
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| Waiting for it to stop
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| Called out and balled out by some self-appointed cop
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| Blah blah blah said the tongue to the ear
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| And so you rise to your feet
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| Open up your eye
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| Just in time to see the last in line pass you by
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| Dig in your heels, take the bull by the horn
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| Cold and naked as the day you were born
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| Riding away on your little white horse
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| Grow up settle down
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| Make payments on a home
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| Leave little messages on someone or another’s phone
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| If it’s not too loud, then you’re not too old
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| Trust in your bluff and you might never have to fold
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| So now you’re ready to die
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| Oh what’s the hurry?
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| You’re sure enough deaf soon anyway you don’t have to worry
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| Exiting a dream, suspended in midair
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| Halfway between somewhere and nowhere
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| Forget their agendas
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| There are numbers and they’re stacked
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| The bastards and buggers, and the snakes and the rats
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| Remember yourself before they’ve got it through your skull
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| With their anesthesia, bombast, and bull
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| Riding away on your little white horse |