It's [bad word] you ride the finest horse, I've ever seen
 Standing sixteen one or two with eyes wild and green
 It's [bad word] you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch
 I could never go with you, no matter how I wanted to
  [bad word] 
 Ride on, I'll see you
 I could never go with you, no matter how I wanted to
 
When you ride into the night, without a trace behind
 Wrap your claw around my gut one last time
 I try to face the empty space, where you used to lie
 I look for a spark to lighten the night through the teardrop in my eye
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