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B3. No HorseI ain't got no horseI ain't got no horizon Just the scars on my eyes I swear I got from crying Where I was born it don't matter There ain't no going back I have no home to take you I never dream like that Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell I don't want you to like me There's no way that you can I don't want you to touch me, honey I am just so mad There ain't no kind of feeling All my ... are ... out (?) I'm just living and breathing For what I steal for (from?) myself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell |