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Sometimes the grass isn't just greener, it's brighter bigger better than anything you'd ever hope to hold. So where does that leave me? With a hole to fill that I can't even begin to see. So I say buy me a saddle and throw it on my back I'm the fastest horse on any track Who know me? Who knows you? Somewhere between us lays the road to the truth If Atlas shrugged, I'd catch his load I'd spin it fast, I'd take strong hold - then, let it fly.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Let It Fly
Sometimes the grass isn't just greener, it's brighter bigger better than anything you'd ever hope to hold. So where does that leave me? With a hole to fill that I can't even begin to see. So I say buy me a saddle and throw it on my back I'm the fastest horse on any track Who know me? Who knows you? Somewhere between us lays the road to the truth If Atlas shrugged, I'd catch his load I'd spin it fast, I'd take strong hold - then, let it fly.
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
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