The Besnard Lakes - Tungsten 4: The Refugee

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You’ve been riding like a refugee
You’ve been riding cross the land
And the county knows your recipe
And they wanna try your hand oh man
Oh no, oh no
And on and on and on
You’ve been running like a refugee
You’ve been falling in the sand
All your fans have made an effigy
Of an albatross in hand, oh man
You know they know
And I waited out the day
With a horse they made from clay
All the those years we’ve counted
I belong to ride your rails
Put them on
You were riding like a refugee
With the bounty in your hands
I set the county as a robbery
All across the land, oh man
And no one more
They’re looking for an effigy
And their playing in the sand, oh man
I know they know
And I waited out the day
With a horse I made from clay
All those years they’ve gone and I belong to no one
Ooooo ooooo
And the others beg to see your gray bars