Empty Horses
Tobin Sprout
He walks in time like
Ill of mind
cnd he's filled with lines
Of trouble
The reason he was high
Was all he could buy
So he left all his nights
To daze
I could be that man
Who lost his hand
In a long ways down too far
He found the har
Where he died
In the gutter
Where he lied
He still had his hand on the bible
Holy
Holy
Holy ghost
Save my soul from this
cwful host
Who's left me empty horses
cnd bottled up my choices
cnd left me in the gutter
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