wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay,
wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay.
my horse is a shackled old man,
his, his remorse, was that couldn`t survey,
the skies, right before,
right before they went gray,
my horse and my remorse,
flying over a great bay
wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay,
wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay.
my, source, is is the source of all creation,
her, discourse, is that we all don`t survey
the skies, right before,
right before they go gray,
my horse and my remorse,
flying over a great bay
wired where the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
one that smiled when he flew over the bay. (x7)
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