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• Artiste: Good Life (The)
• Titre: Waiting On Wild Horses
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When the horses come to drag me away I won't fuss and fight I won't plead or beg And wherever they dump me I'll lay my head I'll sleep it off I'll sleep alone until the longing burrows a hole Straight through my sternum to make it's home I have this way of carrying on such fruitless passions Fallen from the vine And the sweetest nectar turns to bitter wine But still we drink, we drip the bottle dry We smash it apart and lick the sides Recycled lovers expiring the night So when the horses come I won't scream or cry I've been dying for them to take my life And I'll sing a new birth A past unscratched So don't be sad We should both rejoice to the sound of those hooves Down that dark highway, in opposite directions Wherever they dump us we'll stay Recycled lovers get so carried away