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surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses
listen to the sound Of the band Hold my hand Open up your mind We'll love right where we lie I'll know you from inside You're like a horse I'll ride
surrounded by Horses, horses, horses, horses Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses
One day I slowly floated away One day I slowly floated away All the war horses wore rubber bands To hide their hooves from sinking sand The commander
while you're acting like a kindegardner eatin' your paste. Because my rhymes are like a name drawn in the sand, while you're rockin' with the leprechauns in the band
and turn ah Face be on a bandana fa' Niggas scattered like sand Cause I got sluggs up in my hand 50 marching like a band Niggas crumble like cans ah ah Hold yo horses
fa' flip and turn ah Face be on a bandana fa' Niggas scattered like sand Cause I got sluggs up in my hand 50 marching like a band Niggas crumble like cans ah ah hold yo horses
' the band I got a penthouse suite at the sands And my feet never touch the ground Are there any Branch Davidians in the house? Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse
it to Laredo We'll Drop our troubles in the mighty Rio Grande Come on sugar, ain't you my amigo We can build our castles in the Tempico sand I've got
band, hold my hand Open up your mind We'll love right where we lie I'll know you from inside You're like a horse I'll ride Over the sand, through the
Climb the cliff, Tower over all And falling water, falling waterfall And after all my plans They melt into the sand Yeah you will be there on my mind
a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home Hula girls And caterpillar tractors in the sand
a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home Hula girls And Caterpillar tractors in the sand
You may never see your loved ones," Travis told them that day "Those who want to can leave now Those who fight to the death let 'em stay." In the sand