Tired Horses

Queen in a castle

Lamb to the slaughter

You're never as good as the next foal to come

We're all just animals to be born and bred and buried

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She's young and sexy

Every aspect is a bright enhancement on an old favorite

We play the classics

On the scratchy record player

But it never sounds as good to me

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Stallions chase, that's just who they are

But you'll never get that mare back

She's dainty, and you like to break small things

Don't forget the sharp edges of once soft porcelain

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The road ahead is long and winding

Paths crossed and faded into oblivion

I'm too tired to change you any more

Go be somebody else's