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you jump on your white horse |
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you ride over fields of grain |
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and wind if you follow the right course |
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it's gonna take you back again |
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future is rosy blushing the past |
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is pale your heart is a boat |
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set sail you say you need |
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that holy tin cup so you ride |
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on right on with your head high up |
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your thoughts turn but |
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your eyes only see them amazed |
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at your return when |
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they'll all say they love you |
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they love you |
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it's true |
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'cause you come from the land of forever |
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night and you rode on through |
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and you packed your empty satchels |
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full of their dreams do they love |
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who you are or what you do you |
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may never know and you're |
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on your own now long |
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past the front door |
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you stare in wonder at the sky |
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what is it you are looking for |
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your magic potions your precious jewels |
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are only notions you feel a fool |
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do you want riches |
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do you want fame |
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do you need millions |
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to know you so you |
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don't forget your own name |
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'cause they'll all say |
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they love you |
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they love you |
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it's true |
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'cause you come |
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from the land of forever night |
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and you rode on through |
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and you packed your empty |
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satchels full of their dreams |
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do they love who you are |
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or what you do you |
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may never know |
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because they'll all say |
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they love you |