Wild Horses Noah Gundersen
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[Verse 1]
Always got a lot on my mind
It feels like the net just gets bigger with time
Stretching out behind me
Trawling the open sea
Waste a lot of breath on the bullshit
I breathe a lot of air that keeps making me sick
Or maybe just hazy
A little bit lazy
It's okay if you don't have the answers
The questions remain the same
There's a whole lot of people claiming their team
But nobody knows the game
[Chorus]
So give me a minute to come to my senses
To look out the window and stop building fences
All the wild horses, just want to run free
I want to know you
I just want you to know me, too
[Verse 2]
Point your finger at me
I dare you to stick it between my teeth
You just keep putting up crosses and sharpening nails
As you wait for the cultural priest
To hand down a confident sentence
To anyone accused of a crime
There's a thousand ways to blow it
So don't even think about speaking your mind
Maybe you would rather be angry
But I'd rather sleep at night
There's a fraction to every outcome
There's a spectrum of wrong and right
Always got a lot on my mind
It feels like the net just gets bigger with time
Stretching out behind me
Trawling the open sea
Waste a lot of breath on the bullshit
I breathe a lot of air that keeps making me sick
Or maybe just hazy
A little bit lazy
It's okay if you don't have the answers
The questions remain the same
There's a whole lot of people claiming their team
But nobody knows the game
[Chorus]
So give me a minute to come to my senses
To look out the window and stop building fences
All the wild horses, just want to run free
I want to know you
I just want you to know me, too
[Verse 2]
Point your finger at me
I dare you to stick it between my teeth
You just keep putting up crosses and sharpening nails
As you wait for the cultural priest
To hand down a confident sentence
To anyone accused of a crime
There's a thousand ways to blow it
So don't even think about speaking your mind
Maybe you would rather be angry
But I'd rather sleep at night
There's a fraction to every outcome
There's a spectrum of wrong and right
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