Stable Song

Time for the final bout
Rows of deserted houses
All our stablemates highway-bound

Give us our measly sum
Getting the air inside my lungs
Is heavenly, starting out
With nothing but crippling doubt

We'll rest easy
Justified

Suffered a swift defeat
I'll endure countless repeats
The gift of memory's an awful curse
With age, it just gets much worse

But I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard
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