Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Fast Cars
Like a horse whisperer
Running for the hills
On a trail;
On a green horizon
With the wind blowing
Faster than lightning;
Further from the sun
And home of the dying dreams
I want to run,
I want to dance forever
Like a horse whisperer
Running for the hills
On a trail;
On a green horizon
With the wind blowing
Faster than lightning;
Further from the sun
And home of the dying dreams
I want to run,
I want to dance forever
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