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    This horse needs water
    His legs grow tired
    But will he drink and drown this forty acre fire
    These games we play, we cannot pay
    We'll spend forever till this wagon finds it's way
    I want, to find the answers
    To the question, that plague our minds
    I've lost, my direction
    Should we settle down for awhile
    Holes in our pockets
    And this fools gold in our hands
    Search for a glimmer but they do not understand
    Now you don't know who I am
    No you don't know who I am
    We could lose it all
    We could lose it all
    So paint a picture
    Of landscape brown
    We keep on searching but no green to be found
    This westering, is festering, on our resolve
    Yeah it is ripping at the seams
    Unlock the weapons
    Women and children
    There's wolves at the door
    They've come, for our possessions
    Leave them bleeding on the floor
    Holes in our pockets
    And this fools gold in our hands
    Search for a glimmer but they do not understand
    Now you don't know who I am
    No you don't know who I am
    This match won't light
    These wings won't fly
    This dusty road leaves rusty souls who sleep with the forgotten
    This will not be our fate
    Our eyes stay wide awake
    We can start our lives
    On the other side

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