| Alas he was the highwayman
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| The one that comes and goes
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| And only the highway-woman
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| Keeps up with the likes of those
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| And she in all her magic
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| With hands as quick as light
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| Took him to be a challenge
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| And went into the night
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| And he in all his glory
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| Was far ahead of her
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| But she was never sorry
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| For wishes that would burn
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| Enter competition
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| She chases beneath the moon
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| Her horse is like a dragonfly
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| She is just a fool
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| And she wonders is this real
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| Or does she just want to be Queen
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| And he fights the way he feels
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| Is this the end of the dream
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| And then he sees her coming
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| Heartbeats on the wind
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| Considers slowing down
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| But then… he could never win
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| And she… out in the distance
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| Sees him against the sky
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| A pale and violent rider
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| A dream begun in wine
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| And she wonders is this real
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| Or does she just want to be Queen
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| And he fights the way he feels
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| Is this the end of the dream
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| A dream as the thunder wakes her
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| And her highwayman disappears
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| on a life already lived before
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| In eyes welled with tears
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| Today and still today they ride
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| Will they ever win
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| He the glory…
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| She the love…
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| Still they try again
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| He the glory…
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| She the love…
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| Still they try again
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| He the glory…
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| She the love…
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| And still they… try…again |