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Artiste: Field Report
Titre: Pale Rider

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There's a pale horse outside my door
In my dream where my dream horse usually goes
It told me its name, it's the same as yours
I've been so worried about you

'Cause there's something inside that's been clouding your head
Like a mother who ain't expecting to be soon again
But the thing inside you is not your kin
It's a ghost you let keep haunting

And I don't know that I can be
Your place to go or what you need
And I don't know that I can be
Your place to go or what you need

Now the next thing I know, I'm on your back
With a suitcase full of the wrong things packed
We're out looking for your family but doubling back
To every bar we chose to pass on

Now your pants are on crooked and you're screaming at the wind
We're shooting off flare guns in memory of the kid
His birthday was yesterday, he would have been six
Oh my god, I am so sorry

I don't know that I can be
Your place to go or what you need
I don't know that I can be
Your place to go or what you need

I don't know that I can be (x11)

There's a pale horse outside my door
In my dream where my dream horse usually goes
Told me its name, it's the same as yours