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Exile


They say i ride the finest horse, which you've ever seen
I am a story told  to children, on Halloween
So here I stand upon the hill of shades of green
Looking over the Land, looking at all the places I've been
I look at the empty space where my town used to lay
I still can't believe I ever went away
I turn to face another dawn, way out to west
Time to move on again, until I find some rest
So I ride on, to find you
I could never leave you, no matter how I wanted to
So I ride on, to find somewhere new
Carrying this burden of guilt, oh if you only knew
So I ride on, through the lands, under the sky of blue
Into exile for saying words that were honest and true.




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