| Death, death and forever death
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| And a past that unites us — does it?
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| Love is not the answer
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| Love is just a path
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| To the hearts and the horses
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| That ride through our homes of yore
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| Knuckles and fists clash
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| What a way to speak and to silence the tongues
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| Still screams and tears
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| What a way to dance, what a way to embrace
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| The death of these horses
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| Galloping through our homes of yore
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| They ride — carried by the winds that blow through time
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| Let it be known that…
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| They ride — their hooves cut through decades of dust
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| They ride — carried by a perfect storm
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| Ten years, ten days — and in between some rusty nails
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| One heart, one mind — not to forget
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| Ten years, ten days — and in between some rusty nails
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| One heart, one mind — not to forget
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| We will never forget the…
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| …vane in the storm of the ages
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| Turns time and time again
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| We’ve seen this before, we laugh but don’t smile
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| We welcome them year after year
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| The return of these horses
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| Galloping through our homes of yore
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| They ride…
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| They ride through dust clouds far away from time
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| They ride the open plains of fear
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| See their hooves crack stones and wood and faces
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| The smiles and froans of yesterday
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| Tonight — these horses will die
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| Tonight — we won’t look back
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| Tonight…
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| We will ride — carried by the winds that blow through time
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| Let it be known that…
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| Ten years are ten days — and in between some rusty nails
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| One heart, one mind — not to forget…
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| We will never forget! |