(Paul Cotton)
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Though its true I'm living with
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A travelling heart,
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And it was yours you knew from the very start
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And I have come to know your eyes
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When they're hiding
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Lost in the time that slowly cries,
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Come on riding
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And 8 to 5 living, it ain't a lot less than alive
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Knowing there's a dream calling out of
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Your window
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And don't we really know when time
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is moving slow
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And we all go on to nowhere
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And every hour to work you say , just wishing
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Where have I gone today . well I've
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Gone fishing
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With the sun in my eyes ond burning up
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The skies and the river just watches me run.
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Well its true I'm living with a
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travelling heart,
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But it was yours you knew from the very start
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And I have come to know your eyes
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When they're hiding
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Lost in the time that slowly cries,
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"Come on riding" yeah yeah
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And all the stories you can read in the city
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Look real hard between the lines, do you
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See me?
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Well the heart in my hand is slowing me
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Down again
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And the river just a watches me run.
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Well the heart in my hands seems to slow
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Me down again
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And the river just watches me run. Aha.
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ONE HORSE BLUE
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| Poco |
