The Races

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I get chills through my body when I say goodbye
I get chills when I wakeup in the middle of the night
I’ve got sparks in my words and ideas in my head
I’ve got blood to spill because this, this body’s never bled

Take me to the races I’m betting on my life
Give me a couple dollars and I’ll make these problems right
Take me to the races I’m betting on the crowd
Give me a couple dollars I’ll make, I swear I’ll make you proud

You’re the broken record; it’s my favourite to play
A glass of wine in a dark room at the end of the day
You’re the clanging cymbals that drive me into the ground
I’m the blade at your throat and I never even made a sound

I’ve tasted victory I’m licking my lips
I’ve tasted honesty it’s been making me sick
I’ve tasted harmony it’s bittersweet all around
I’ve tasted mutiny, It’s coming, coming to my town