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The motorway won't take a horse |
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The wanderer has found a course to follow |
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The traveler unpacked his bags for the last time |
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The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine |
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Oh no, not me |
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The circus girl fell off her horse and now she's paralyzed |
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The hitchhiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside |
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The libertine is locked in jail |
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The pirate sunk and broke his sail |
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But I still have to go |
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I've got to go, so here I go |
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I'm going to run the risk of being free |
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The magician's secrets all revealed |
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And the preacher's lies are all concealed |
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And all our heroes lack any conviction |
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They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction |
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So I've got to go |
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I've got to go, so here I go |
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I'm going to run the risk of being free |
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And in this drought of truth and invention |
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Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention |
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So we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except |
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Bow down, bow down, bow down to your God |
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Then we hit the floor and make ourselves and idol to bow before |
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Well I can't and I wont |
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Bow down anymore |
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No more |
