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Mott The Hoople Backsliding Fearlessly

(ian hunter) I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many

I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many bones While