| HORSES
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| Said you didn’t need no horses on the ground
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| No satellite to trace his little head
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| I stopped for a drink then i left without a sound
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| But the stories they followed me
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| Someone stole the right words
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| To try and frighten me
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| Come down i am sure, sure of who i am
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| 'cause the chorus is my sword
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| And the lighting’s in my hair
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| The seasons i recall
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| Are the ones that i have shared
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| There’s violence in my heart
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| And i guess i had.
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| Through the milano storms and the blossoms through the week
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| I saw this battle born, i was holding you in the street
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| Ended by my house, 'cause a red light’s warm indeed
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| And these men about will be shouting out to me
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| 'cause i want to be high
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| Yes i want to be bright
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| Oh there’s something on my sleeve
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| Won’t ascribe, won’t abide
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| By the words that you might keep
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| And if what you say
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| 'cause it might be true i’ve got to go
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| Go and find you, i’ll wait for you this time
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| Go and find you, it’s hard to let it slide
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| You sang, you sang
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| With your bitter armies behind your eyes
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| On my shoulder on my keychain |
| With your lightning sticks and your surprise
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| I’ve known this, yes i’ve known this
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| That the devil was tired but sure to begin
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| Wanted to be sure of these things
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| Thought you might be strong
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| Didn’t know what the seasons would bring
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| If i had stolen south, i’d call it honest and say
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| And along with the chorus line i sang as you went away
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| What’s outside your. |
| don’t let the rain in
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| Said you wanted more than stories in the sand
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| No heavy bellied caution around your neck
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| You loaded up the sick and cut your mother’s hand
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| Scraped and washed her clean
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| Someone stole the songbird
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| And tore it’s book from me
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| Come down i am sure, sure of who i am
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| 'cause the chorus is my sword
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| And the lighting’s in my hair
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| The seasons i recall
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| Are the ones that i have shared
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| There’s violence in my heart
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| And i guess i had. |