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I welcome you with open arms |
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As a receit for feelings |
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Floating sand through desert lands |
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Like a million stitches in my skin |
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No use to hide, no use to run |
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I sacrifice my body |
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I fear the snake's teeth, like a stranger's torch |
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Enjoy what's - raging - left of me |
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In my desert |
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Long lasting life for me |
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And my last breath |
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Messiah took from me |
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This is the last one of a sacrilegious dance |
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Embodied here, in the melody of wind |
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Understand to believe and feel to realize |
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Who are you to say the desert's not alive |
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Can you feel the satin sea |
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So deeply blue, inside of me |
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Collected moments - fractured fruits of blindness |
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Militant, you offer me your hand |
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As I see your body sink in sand |
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And I smile to reject with noble kindness |
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Welcome you! with open arms |
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Enormous fire - it's just the state I'm in |
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A million stitches - I'm one with these injections |
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Enjoy what's - raging - left of me |
