She rode away on a horse
And she's long been on the move
Thinks that she can run away
Thinks she can hide from the news
But you can't escape the truth
No matter what you choose
She rode away, head held high
She ran away through and through
With wit dripping from her tongue
Thinks she can hide from the noose
But your dreams will tell the truth
In the end, they always do
I've been 'round this bend a million times
I have felt these words with a million lies
But the more that I say it, the less I believe it
The less I believe it, the harder I try
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