We played Wild Horses on the car stereo
You prefer the Rolling Stones‘ and I like Gram’s
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We know it’s wrong to let this fire burn between us
We’ve got to stop this wild desire in you and in me
So we’ll let the flame burn once again until the thrill is gone
Then we’ll sweep out the ashes in the morning
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Dirty, dirty feet from the concert in the grass / I wanted to believe that freedom there could last (Willy Mason)