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Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Peter Hyrka (violin)
Horses bred with star-laced wings. But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly. These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town. One goes up and one goes down. And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound.
How it used to be (I'll stay here, I'll be fine). How it used to be (don't go and let me down) How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).
Will I unwillingly shoot them down With all my petty fears and doubts, down, down?
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