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The river of doubt gave birth to a, a beautiful stone |
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And in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my own |
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So I picked it up and I held it to the sky |
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And in my reflection I knew I was all alone |
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Then I saw this girl with the most beautiful hair |
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She had it wrapped around her, for clothes she did not wear |
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I asked her for a lock and she complied after leaving |
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Gorgeous footsteps in the sand as if she didn't care |
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Well, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw |
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And the stone lay still without a flaw |
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The feelings I had defied the law |
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As I came to and I went to |
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And I took a look, a look down the road |
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To see a badger and a one eyed toad |
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They didn't say a word, they just looked at me |
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With that wise old look of the old, the wise old look of the old |
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Then I went down to town |
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To my favorite merry-go-round |
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To the place where magic horses fly |
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And you seldom see a frown |
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But then I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And I can't begin to explain how |
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I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And it's all rusty now |
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I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And I can't begin to explain how |
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I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And it's all rusty now, it's all rusty |
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You see 'cause that stone fell through my pocket |
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And that lock of hair flew away with the wind |
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If you chance to meet upon either |
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Well, you know where they've been |
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But don't pick them up or try to find me |
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They're much happier to be on their own |
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Beauty like that knows no home |
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And then if you take a look, a look down the road |
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You'll see a badger and a one eyed toad |
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They won't say a word, they'll just look at you |
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With that wise old look of the old, the wise old look of the old |
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But then I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And I can't begin to explain how |
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I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And it's all rusty now |
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I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And I can't begin to explain how |
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I stole a ring from the flying horses |
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And it's all rusty now |
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