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As soon as I got on the horse I forgot about the map Forgot about the odds against an adolescent standing up to all of Owen's wrath The heat of prairie summer is impossible to take I grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet head I know what you're looking for and I'm never going to give it to you (x6) Government rule established by a dazzling light show A hegemony armored with a thousand-watt head and seven inches of echo I'm keeping my velocity, my spurs are in her sides I don't know what I'm doing, and it is the only way Toward the range I'll ride Singing: I'm never going to give it to you (x6) "I am overrated," said the sculptress to the sea, "I've been praised for all the ways the marble leaves the man And I was wrong to try and free him" But for me, I am a vector I am muscle, I am bone The sun upon my shoulders and the horse between my legs This all I know My senses are bedazzled by the parallax of the road I concentrate to keep contained the overflow My knuckles grip so tightly My fingers start to bleed If what I have is what you need, I'm never going to give it to you (x12) |