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Gazpacho - The Walk lyrics
Here's the map of the land
 Pour it through your old hand
 Give me more sand, more sand
 Help is here within the snake
 Home is here while you're awake
 The end is near it's dancing in the sand and then you'll be mosaic
 Help is near we made a plan
 Move your feet through no man's land
 If I know there'll be no back home to be had
 In the bitterness of truth
 Where the curve of the horizon
 Feels like walking through a masterpiece
 Of evening blue in unread books
 And I fall but I can stand up 
 Which right do I have to believe you
 Leave the wreck in the sun
 It's on your head
 Into beyond
 In the bitterness of you
 And the bird is so golden
 Feel like walking through a starry night
 The sky is bright and burning
 And I fall but I still manage
 Which right do I have to deceive you
 Leave the wreck in the sun
 It's on your head
 Into beyond
 Close your eyes it's all around you
 And now the wires are all too tight
 I've fallen look around you
 I'm the lore you learned today
 I took a turn in my way
 And I shook the tide
 The plane is but a spec
 And Prevot has a gun
 One bullet two men
 The sky is white
 Feels like a magic carpetGazpacho - The Walk - http://motolyrics.com/gazpacho/the-walk-lyrics.html
 Come fly a dying man
 His shoulders are like ice capped
 Mountains in the sand
 Curve of the horizon is feminine so then
 The eyes do not see anymore
 Close your eyes it's all around you
 The heat's a blanket of decay
 Spirits dancing all around you
 Dusty coral hazy grey
 I'm the one to survive this
 Soul is curled up tide
 The plane is but a spec
 And Prevot has a gun
 One bullet two men
 The sky is white
 Feels like a magic carpet
 A wish for a dying man
 His shoulders are like ice capped
 Mountains in the sand
 Curve of the horizon is primitive man
 So we do not speak anymore
 Close your eyes now
 It's all around you
 And you feel the wires are all too tight
 If I know there'll be no back home
 Beyond, beyond into unknown
 Pour it through your hand
 Here's the map of the land
 The horizon...
 And the bird is so golden
 Feels like a magic carpet
 Come fly a dying man
 The long haul back
 In no direction
 And no one knows we're ok
 And the curve of the horizon
 A masterpiece
 Survival on adrenaline it's over soon
 Doesn't everyone have their own walk to walk
Doesn't everyone








