If wishes were horses
How free we'd all be
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
We'd have all, enough resources
Even the blind could see
If wishes were horses
Love would just reinforce us
In our new found glee
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
We'd quickly clear the field of gorses
Doubling our lands value in our spree
If wishes were horses
Our confidence would endorse us
As we sold the old peach tree
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
Our limits would have no sources
We'd have no need for the oldbie
If wishes were horses
And if money grew on tree's how full our hands would be with these special forces
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