| Do you see them coming through fields of snow?
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| Do you see them riding through fields of snow?
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| One rides for a woman who has no name
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| One rides for a king
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| And one just rides and rides and rides and rides
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| For the girl in the swing
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| They race like phantoms in the Belmont light
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| You see them follow the Belmont light
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| They ride through places where the walls are white
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| Where the noble voices of women sing
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| A brace of thanks and silent night
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| And a song for the girl in the swing
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| Well, you just asked me do I know what love is
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| Well, sure I know, sure I know what love is
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| It’s the thief of sleep, a boy and his dog
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| A red rubber ball, these old foolish things
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| A rain that falls a long, long way from home
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| It lives in the girl in the swing!
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| It lives in the girl in the swing… |