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Patti Smith Horses

His father died and left him a little farm in New England All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standin' there alone Lookin

Car stopped in a clearing Ribbon of life, it was nearing I saw the boy break out of his skin My heart turned over and I crawled in He cried, ?Break it

Late afternoon, dreaming hotel We just had the quarrel that sent you away I was looking for you, are you gone, gone? Called you on the phone, another

: Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine meltin' in a pot of thieves wild card up my sleeve thick heart of stone my sins my own they belong to me

by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses

: The wall is high, the black barn, The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes And I know soon that the sky will split And the planets will shift,

: Every night before I go to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery, Scoop the pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need.

Every night before I go to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery, Scoop the pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need. Every

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine meltin' in a pot of thieves wild card up my sleeve thick heart of stone my sins my own they belong to me,