But when I get back to you,
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright.
You know I ride all day
To get you chattels, to butcher beasts
And it's worth it just to hear you say,
You're gonna give me everything.
So why on earth should I moan?
'Cause when I get you alone,
You know a feel okay.
When I'm nomad,
Everything seems to be right.
When I'm nomad,
Feeling you holding me tight.
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