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Horse Stories

bed And the story it told of a river that flowed Made me sad to think it was dead You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It

Quatre heures du matin La ville s'endort Seule sur le chemin Entre le hasard et le nord La pleine lune s'eteint Le froid brule mes poings Les arbres

Pierre is walking Under a red umbrella The clouds look like an animal Pierre, you feel so big but then so small Every single time she calls you You,

Como un potro desbocao, soy el caballo de plata, cruzo montes y senderos, solo paro a beber agua. Soy caballo sin frenos, con la maldad de Cain. Triste

Horses in my dreams Like waves, like the sea They pull out of here They pull, they are free Rode a horse 'round the world Along the tracks of a train

To ride a fake horse into town To ride a lame horse into town To ride a dead horse into town To ride your big fucking Fake fucking Lame fucking Dead horse

will it's the same old story never get a second chance for a dance to the top of the hill babe I'm a dreamer found my horse and carriage

In this bookcase full of stories You find some of them are true Tales of love and glory Many lives of daring-do There is mystery and adventure They

never said that we would, curse, cry and scream and lie She never said that maybe, someday he'd say goodbye The story ends, as stories do Reality steps