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Gold Lane

Isolated Youth

I am holding your hand
Heat goes into my veins
A twisted blade can pierce me
And melt my golden grounds
But I will steal their knife
Cut through any concrete vest

I can be so versatile
My darling one
I'll borrow your fear
Put it in my rucksack
I can be so volatile my dear one
And I will cut any friends
That hold you down

We are marching
Dashing through winter winds
I will open the skies

We are marching
We are marching
We are marching
We are marching