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I looked through the 1860's window pane I see coaches and horses moving around in the slashing rain No fun Coaches and horses movin' around Coaches and horses movin' around I go down and swear in every inn I need the enter no service for you...I swear The coaches and horses move around I followed it into the late for delivery Coaches and horses had their plumes on again They say you can't come in, your coat infused I swear to you everything I enter refused They say no chemicals have been invented yet In the 1860's again