| Well I’ve seen some horrible things
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| Like a sea of white wings
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| And I’ve done some horrible things
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| Lies in the drinks (--?)
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| We are a saddleless storm
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| We have satellite sores on our backs
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| Father says you don’t trust men
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| They only have one truth
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| And the truth is not your friend
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| Because we galloped like ants
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| And our copper manes danced in the wind
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| They say that we’re not horses
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| But they’re not friends
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| Cause if we’re not horses
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| What are we then?
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| And I’ve done some horrible things
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| Separate the angel from her wings
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| And I’ve seen some horrible things
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| And the horrors they bring
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| Maybe you’re almost there (--?)
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| And the things that you said I was needing
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| How I was I to know that the words
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| Weren’t the ones that were leading?
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| But the light in your eyes made
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| Some lies worth believing
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| Am I just a lightning rod
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| Or am I breathing?
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| And if we’re not horses
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| What are we then? |