i look for him in everywhere
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in everywhere i found him not
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exhausted i sleep in steppe
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in the dream my gray horse spoke to me
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find me neath the killing cliff
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find me neath the killing cliff
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hang my skull on the old larch tree
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carve from its wood a two string fiddle
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cover over with the skin of my face
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string my hair down the neck in place
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weave together anger and grief
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bow down bow down and sing
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i will return through you
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strong and gray on mountain high
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his black and white faces go running by
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strong and gray on mountain high
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he come with herd black faces wild
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Horse Head Fiddle
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16 Horsepower |