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Alright |
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Running on like the rising sun |
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Like a wild horse thundering on |
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Fly, fly, fly through the wind and storm |
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Now I'm running free |
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Heart and soul |
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That's my old bag |
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I leave behind a trial of sorrow and pain |
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Cry, cry, Lord, he calls my name |
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Not even you could take the blame |
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Ride on, silver horses |
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Drive, drive past the wind |
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A candle burns for my tortured soul |
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In a chapel where she whispers my name |
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Pray, pray, pray just to pay my toll |
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For sins of yesterday |
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Ride on silver horses |
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Drive, drive past the wind |
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Ride on silver horses |
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Drive on past my sins |
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(Solo) |
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Ride on silver horses |
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Drive, drive past the wind |
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Ride on silver horses |
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Drive on past my sins |
