Pale Horses歌词
Sting - The End Of The Game
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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The fox is done running
And the beast is at bay
He'd run them in circles
By the end of the day
They chased him through brambles
They chased him through the fields
They could chase it forever
But the fox would not heal
There was some sort of shadow
On the crest of a hill
And the hounds were distracted
Away from the kill
One day we'd reach a great ocean
The end of a pale afternoon
And we'd lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
Towed by the drag of the moon
We ran through the forest
And we ran through the trees
And we ran through the heather
Though we ran in our dreams
And you were my lover
And I was your beau
We ran like the river
For what else did we know?
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