I can't control this flesh and bloodThat's wrapped around my bonesIt moves beneath me, like a riverInto the great unknownI stepped onto the moving stairsBefore I could tie my shoesPried a harp out the fingers of a renegadeWho lived and died the bluesSomeday, we'll live like horsesFree rein from your old, iron fencesThere's more ways than one to regain your sensesBreak out the stalls, and we'll live like horses
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