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letra de the horizon (the golden dawn version) - live - myths

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we lay upon the burning lake
we are the drawn and erased
our hands held hands, made us crawl
we’ve come to search and destroy

there is a purpose of death
sweet fruit rots on the grave of youth
our hands held hands made of clay
false words breed false memories

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ah

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we lay upon the burning lake
we are the drawn and erased
the walking children of the dead
blue pencil marks forgotten

thеre is a purpose of death
sweet fruit rots on thе grave of youth
we washed dirt off hands of clay
paper vanity burns shallow memories
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we won’t die twice like pages lost
these books won’t show now
where they’ve been cut
our eyes are always focused on the horizon

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