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I rode out to the ocean The water looked like tarnished gold I rode out on a broken horse Who told me she'd never felt so old She asked me if I'd feed her And ride her now and then No no no I break horses I don't tend to them I break horses They seem to come to me Asking to be broken They seem to run to me I break horses Doesn't take me long Just a few well-placed words And their wandering hearts are gone At first her warmth felt good between my legs Living breathing heart-beating flesh But soon that warmth turned to an itch Turned to a scratch Turned to a gash Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island And I don't want to see you swimming behind Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island And I don't want to see you swimming behind No, I break horses I don't tend to them