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Choose a horse with painted hooves

Make your mark before you loose

Keep on riding the speed of sound

In the same old merry-go-round

You're like a puppet on a string

On the run to find

Ones you left behind

Can't let go off your deja-vues

Can't afford to fight your pride

Don't want to jump off the carousel

-Now that you've paid for the ride

Like an addict with a bag of pills

On the run to find

Ones you left behind

Like a jester caught by the blues

You keep on trying

Shot down from the cloud-land

Trying to smile

But you're hurt inside

Sick and tired

Of seeing nothing change