Bourbon – Gallant 

I’m a headless horseman on quilted sand dunes 

With my neck wide open, I pray for refuge 

‘Cause since I’ve been found I’ve been living a life in cages 

Withering down to the champagne quicksand

Wrestling doubt I’ve been dragging around for ages 

I tried to let it drain but my veins are hopeless

‘Cause I loved in cold blood and got used to it 

Angels say trust the detox 

But I’m shaking, I need it like bourbon in my coffee cup 

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