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Lyrics

it's a cruel punchline without a joke
growing lonlier 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 lying to myself inside my head
until my tongue finds the words i never said
and when these hands have caught up with our stride
maybe my grip can loosen and then we can finally try
letting go of the reins

after i forget more faces i once knew
and 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