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• Artiste: Nik Kershaw
• Titre: Wild Horses
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On the top of an office block sits a man of business, a man of means he's got intrays and ashtrays he is up to his neck in computers and tragedy queens undermining his overdraft with lunches with the president he got indecision and indigestion and he wonders where the last ten million went but what do i get when i say to his face? let me take you to a better place wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long on the side of a mountain lives a man of nature, a man of peace he got no food and no money and he's waiting for his merciful release works his fingers to the bone just to make it through the winter snows he's got nothing to do and no one to do it to and he wonders where the buffalo goes but what do i get when i say to his face? let me take you to a better place wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long wild horses wouldn't drag me there wild horses wouldn't make me care i know where i belong and i've been here too long