| The belief in life is a belief in love
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| A strangled road on the mountain
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| Will swallow your flimsy faith
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| The trinkets that you keep
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| Are just made of dirt
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| And colored gold
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| By the very men that you hate
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| And yes it’s true they’re hiding
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| Waiting to kiss your skull
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| They many even eat the horse
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| That you’re riding
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| Swallow this whole world whole
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| The return home from equestrian lands
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| To the safety of the other
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| But you’ve no legs to stand
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| The call of a home that is headless
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| And scratchin'
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| Without sympathy for any man
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| And yes it’s true they’re hiding
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| Waiting to kiss your skull
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| They may even eat the horse
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| That you’re riding
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| Swallow this whole world whole
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| As they swallow this whole world whole |