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What a special taste has desert sand that seeps all through my skin |
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No more unreal shapes of caravans shall lead me to nothing fade away |
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I tried to save what's left in my life fade away |
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Heaven can wait and hell shall die |
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Freedom - |
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My desire |
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Gratis - Not for to hire |
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Sandsea - |
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I'm a sailor |
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Landlord of my port: |
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Graveyard |
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Burning witches of these desert lands |
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Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can |
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I will suck you out on all your tongues |
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Firejuice 'til |
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I get drunk |
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Patience - |
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My desire |
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Gratis - Not for to hire |
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Sandsea - |
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I'm a sailor |
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Landlord of my port: |
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Graveyard |
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Lonelyness that |
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I fear for years |
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What a good state and |
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I have it here |
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That's my aim and no one needs to bury me |
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Wind bring me the sand to cover my end |
