It takes no match to give me a spark
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Now I’m trying out another heart
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I’ve been winding ‘bout a fresh start
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I’ve found myself a good horse
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Eyes burning on the quicksand
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And I run it through the hollow land
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I’ve fed it with a shaky hand
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I found myself a strong horse
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These are the promises I can keep
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These are the promises I can keep
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To live like I must
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And ride with the dust in my face
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In grace
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I’ve found myself a good horse
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Yes I’ve found myself a strong horse
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But things remain not different then before
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These are the promises I can keep
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Yes these are the promises I can keep
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To live like I must
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And ride with the dust in my face
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These are the promises I can keep
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These are the promises I can keep
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To live like I must
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And ride with the dust in my face
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In grace
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A Good Horse
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| Cardigans |
