| She was never alone
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| She would never be
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| Wrapped up in the misery
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| Roll on, child
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| Don’t wonder why
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| You’re stuck and time won’t pass you by
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| She don’t like looking back
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| For better things or worse days
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| Toke on that and just relax
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| Your soul is where it needs to be
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| Don’t listen to what your conscious says
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| You were meant to run with Wild Horses
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| Friends. |
| She got friends
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| Stay up all night, moonrise and set
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| They’ll laugh along or suffer with
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| To find the truth she gotta sleep on it
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| She don’t like looking back
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| Her brighter days are on their way
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| She’ll dance with flowers in her hair
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| As daisy chains surround her
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| Don’t listen to what your conscious says
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| You were meant to run with Wild Horses
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| Don’t listen to what your conscious says
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| You were meant to run with Wild Horses
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| Don’t listen to what your conscious says
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| You were meant to run with Wild Horses
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| Don’t listen to what your conscious says
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| You were meant to run with Wild Horses |