The motorway won't take a horse.
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The wanderer has found a course, to follow.
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The traveller unpacked his bags, for the last time and,
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The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine,
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(Oh, no )
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Oh no, not me, Oh no.
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The circus girl fell off her horse, now shes paralyzed.
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The hitchhiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside.
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The libertine is locked in jail.
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The pirate sunk and broke his sail.
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But I still have to go,
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I've got to go, so here I go,
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I'm gonna run the risk of being free, being free, being free,being free.
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(huh)
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The magicians secrets all revealed.
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And the preachers lies are all concealed.
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And all our heroes lack any conviction.
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They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction.
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So I've got to go,
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I've got to go, so here I go
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I'm gonna run the risk of being free,being free, being free, being free.
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And in this drought of truth and invention, whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention, so we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except:
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Bow down, bow down, bow down to your god.
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Then we hit the floor, and make ourselves an idol to bow before.
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Well I can't,
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And I won't
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Bow down,
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Anymore...
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No more.
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The Libertine
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Patrick Wolf |