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wild horses


childhood living
is easy to do
the things you wanted
i brought them for you

graceless lady
you know who i am
you know i can't let you
slide through my hands

wild horses
couldn't drag me away
wild, wild horses
couldn't drag me away

i watched you suffer
a dull, aching pain
now you decided
to show me the same

no sweeping exits
or off-stage lines
can make me feel bitter
or treat you unkind

i know i 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, wild horses
we'll ride them someday
wild, wild horses
we'll ride them someday

here's where the story ends

people i know, places i go, make me feel tongue-tied
i can see how people look down, they're on the inside
here's where the story ends
people i see, weary of me showing my good side
i can see how people look down
i'm on the outside
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh i never should have said, the books that you read
were all i loved you for
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise

crazy i know, places i go
make me feel so tired
i can see how people look down
i'm on the outside
oh here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would've thought the books that you brought
were all i loved you for
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
i know where i belong
but the only thing i ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

it's that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so i cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends