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The White Knights riding fiery steeds never came because they don't trust me nor believe me.
In my wildest fantasy
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear that there's someone somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood
But because he doesn't exist, how about we go toe to toe and nose to nose with Happy Hour shots at the Black Duck instead? Or the Horseshoe Cafe? Or the speakeasy of your choice?
Aren't you long cool FBI guys tired of watching? Isn't it time for some up close and personal one on one action?