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I feel something coming on A disease or a song Call the captain, long gone We warmed our hands in the corpse of a wild horse On the shores of Assateague and then blood on our hands Up to our elbows At least we're all in this horse together I feel something coming on A disease or a song Call the captain, long gone And the wooden nickel we took in the divorce Of rider and corpse was by the book It's a habit of force Straight from the source And by the book Everyway, everyday Everyway, everyday I feel something coming on From Letras Mania