no sweeping exits or off stage lines could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind. I know I've dreamed you a sin and a lie. I have my freedom but I don't have much time. Faith has been broken tears must be cried. Let's do some living after we die. Wild horses, couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday.
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and the stones original
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