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Drifting in, carried on dry winds |
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From across the |
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Nile, the sirens in exile |
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Driven to tell... |
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Floating on a cloud, your face out of the crowd |
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A blinding sun, purging everyone |
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Beautiful word, musical and sweet |
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Now all you can do is play the punishing beat |
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How harsh and shrill the word has become |
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Twisted and bent -- a hornet's nest stirred up by the beating stick |
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Simoom, simoom... increasing speed |
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Sucking in dry heat |
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Simoom, simoom... you breathe in suffocation |
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Relentless simoom, blow and whistle this tune |
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Pouring in, filling where once was space |
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Where once was light |
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Where once was a face |
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Driven to tell. |
