this horse needs water
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his legs grow tired
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but will he drink and drown this forty acre fire
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these games we play, we cannot pay
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we'll spend forever till this wagon finds its way
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i want, to find the answers
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to the question, that plague our minds
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i've lost, my direction
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should we settle down for awhile
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holes in our pockets
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and this fools gold in our hands
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search for a glimmer but they do not understand
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now you don't know who i am
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no you don't know who i am
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we could lose it all
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we could lose it all
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so paint a picture
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of landscape brown
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we keep on searching but no green to be found
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this westering, is festering, on our resolve
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yeah it is ripping at the seams
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unlock the weapons
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women and children
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there's wolves at the door
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they've come, for our possessions
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leave them bleeding on the floor
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holes in our pockets
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and this fools gold in our hands
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search for a glimmer but they do not understand
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now you don't know who i am
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no you don't know who i am
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this match won't light
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these wings won't fly
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this dusty road leaves rusty souls who sleep with the forgotten
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this will not be our fate
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our eyes stay wide awake
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we can start our lives
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on the other side
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[repeat]
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Haymaker
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| The Brotherhood Of Dae Han |
