10-03-2011, 07:55 AM
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Senior Member
How Do You Identify?:
Cranky Old Poop
Preferred Pronoun?:
Mr. Beast
Relationship Status:
Married
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Central Texas
Posts: 3,540
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Wild Horses -- The Sundays
Childhood living,
is easy to do
The things you wanted,
I brought them for you
Graceless lady,
you know who I am
You know I can't let you,
slide through my hands
Wild Horses,
couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses,
couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer,
a dull, aching pain
Now you decided,
to show me the same
No sweeping exits,
or off-stage lines
Can make me feel bitter,
or treat you unkind
Wild Horses,
couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses,
couldn't drag me away
I know I dreamed you,
a sin and a lie
I have my freedom,
but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken,
tears must be cried
Let's do some living,
after we die
Wild Horses,
couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses,
couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses,
we'll ride them someday
Wild, wild horses,
We'll ride them someday
~Theo~   
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"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost." -- J. R. R. Tolkien
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