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Searching high with a yellow soul I dig for ashes in a sea of gold Drifting low, my yellow soul I'll live on air if the clouds will hold Jesus riding on a white horse Hero calling from the sky Jesus riding on a white horse with spare room for you and I to fly Riding on a white horse high wanna ride, wanna ride so high On a white horse high Sail high on the ocean sky searching high with a yellow soul There's no tomorrow in the days of old I was falling low, my yellow soul It's sad to burn, left in the cold From Letras Mania