| Run brother hide if you can
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| Take these words from the medicine man
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| I saw the sign of men with cold hearts
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| With a heart of stone, unholy rolling stone
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| There is more to this world than we see with our eyes
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| There is more to this world than we touch with our hands
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| (Feels like heaven, feels like flying)
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| Once he was one in a crowd
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| Now, mighty warrior, he walk tall and proud
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| He once heard of a kingdom come in the skies
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| One day he’ll spread his wings, go where the eagle flies
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| We touch the solid, seems like we trust the marble men
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| We hold the limits, build a small world for even smaller men
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| See how we run the fields
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| See how we touch the stars
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| Ride the wild horses again
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| Ride like the one you see
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| Run with your open heart
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| Run with no gun in hand
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| See with your open eyes
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| What has begun again |