| Here It Comes Again |
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| Had you ever thought you might have been driven, |
| By forces, unsound and clear |
| Today again, I miss the stylish sheens of my sonic youth, |
| Keep me from the age of reason, sour and stale |
| that breaks the wings of will and kills me on, |
| I miss you, shelters of mine, |
| Driven by horses, dark and swell |
| A night like this and the night before |
| I’ve done my best but there’s no one to tell… |
| To keep me from the edge of resign, sour and stale, |
| That breaks the wings of will and kills me on |
| But stay! |
| it’s only turning |
| and we’ll be breathing out |
| the wind of surrender, like a new born illusion |
| Driven by horses, dark and swell |
