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Lyrics

It's a cruel punchline without a joke
Growing lonelier while riding while riding better alone
And listening to the cold, howling wind
For a whisper of the five veiled virtues in
Letting go of the reins

So I'll keep lyng to myself inside my head
Until my tongue finds the words I never said
And when these calloused hands have caught up with our stride
The unraveled leather will fade in the distance as we try
Letting go of the Reins

And after I forget more faces I once knew
I'll meet a gypsy girl under a yellow moon
Her cards will count me less losses than wins
When her crystal ball shows us the beauty in
Letting go of the reins
Letting go of the reins
Letting go of the reins
Letting go of the reins