Get Off Your High Horse
One day …
I offered you a compromise,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
I offered you a get-out clause,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
You will have to stop and listen
And that is when of course,
Reality will force you to
Get off your high, high horse.
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