All your dreams are back where they belong.
All your fears are up and running strong.
The riderless takes the race.
No tears of joy for sad mistakes.
Shot through to an empty soul the horse without a rider
I'll see an empty shell of a man, torn apart, laid to
waste, pin the medal on half a heart.
All you need, all that you can't get, warm morning sun, a
But your dreams are slapped away, a whip crack through a
The lightning picks on emptiness.
The horse without a rider takes the race.
The thunder races on through dawn.
The horse without a rider charges on.
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