Have you ever ridden horses through
a rainstorm Or a lion through a busy
street bazaar There are many things
I'd love to turn you on to But I somehow
feel they're safer where they are
Well, some people are inbound with
infatuation And some others spill
depression as the law From one's mother
getting at no imagination So beware then Maybe
sin is at everyone's door
Yes, there's a man I know with no
expression He's got none at all Yes,
there's a man that I know with no expression He's
got none at all
But you never, no You would never
see this man laughing Come to think of
it I've never seen him cry But he
might be sitting And you hear him singing But
by and by he'll stop
and sigh before
his voice would even begin to speak And
he'd just cry
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