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Here in this desert, beneath the sun and stars |
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Still troubled by the rumblings of a million distant cars |
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Please be good to me tonight, let me find my way |
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The air has some command in it I cannot disobey |
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A gunfight in Dodge City, a murder in Bombay |
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All these deeds and worldly needs I must shrug off today |
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All my life spent searching for prowess |
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Left me lying here with you, tristesse |
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I was working in an orchard that grew the strangest fruit |
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It wasn't Mother Nature that made those trees take root |
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Your children cannot hear you, they only want your loot |
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You hold on to their essence like a parachute |
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They never believed you were in distress |
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Now you've gone and left them with tristesse |
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Oh, waters inflamed |
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Ah, fires burning out |
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Ah, ice melting down |
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Ah, fires burnt out |
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A hotel suite in a rich man's town, a hut in Botany Bay |
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A prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my way |
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I'm gonna have to alter my address |
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"Cause I can't stay much longer with tristesse |
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And they call this carnival progress |
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Invited by our queen tonight, tristesse |
