| You could tell a lot by the way that a man learns to win
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| You could tell a lot by the way that he’ll lose
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| While it’s easy to concern yourself with roosters and dogs
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| It’s easier to lose track of the truth
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| And if the more that something hurts
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| I guess the more that you really care
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| But you won’t know just how you’ll act until you’re there
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| So come off your high, high horse
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| You’re like a plane off course
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| And I really don’t know what you’re trying to achieve
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| Looking for someone to blame
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| Every time it starts to rain
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| Tell me why do we destroy the things we need?
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| But you probably don’t see much upon that steed
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| Your high horse
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| Memories a liar and a thief
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| That includes the one on me
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| Even if we bite the hand that feeds, you know the fact remains
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| That the problem with success
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| Is it takes the best laid plans
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| First it tests, then it makes such an ass of most men
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| So come off your high, high horse
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| You’re making things much worse
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| And I’m wondering if there’s a cross that you won’t climb on
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| You’re cutting down your friends |
| Building a case against them
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| 'Til I’m wondering now whose side it is that you’re on
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| But you probably won’t see much from up upon
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| Your high horse
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| Nobody knows (nobody knows)
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| Nobody knows behind closed doors
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| Nobody knows (nobody knows)
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| But one day you’ll look in the mirror (you'll look in the mirror)
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| And you’ll come off your high, high horse
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| Stop making things much worse
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| 'Til I’m wondering just whose side it is that you’re on
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| Cause I was your friend you see
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| You made a case against me
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| It’s a fool who don’t know what he’s got until it’s gone
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| But you probably won’t see much from up upon
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| Your high horse
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| Yeah your high horse |