Alas he was the highwayman
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The one that comes and goes
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And only the highway-woman
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Keeps up with the likes of those
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And she in all her magic
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With hands as quick as light
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Took him to be a challenge
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And went into the night
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And he in all his glory
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Was far ahead of her
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But she was never sorry
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For wishes that would burn
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Enter competition
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She chases beneath the moon
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Her horse is like a dragonfly
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She is just a fool
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And she wonders is this real
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Or does she just want to be Queen
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And he fights the way he feels
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Is this the end of the dream
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And then he sees her coming
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Heartbeats on the wind
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Considers slowing down
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But then... he could never win
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And she... out in the distance
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Sees him against the sky
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A pale and violent rider
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A dream begun in wine
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And she wonders is this real
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Or does she just want to be Queen
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And he fights the way he feels
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Is this the end of the dream
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A dream as the thunder wakes her
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And her highwayman disappears
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On a life already lived before
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In eyes welled with tears
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Today and still today they ride
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Will they ever win
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He the glory...
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She the love...
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Still they try again
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He the glory...
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She the love...
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Still they try again
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He the glory...
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She the love...
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And still they... try... again
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The Highwayman
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| Stevie Nicks |
