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Snake on a dune |
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Sand so moist and cool |
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Crawls up to a ledge |
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To survey the valley below |
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Slither into town |
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In the velvet |
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Elvis night |
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Spiralling remains |
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Of a garden of delights |
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The builders are all gone |
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Their monuments remain |
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Outlasted by what they once controlled |
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How on earth is this explained |
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SidewindRefine |
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SurviveWhat's left behind |
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Can't burrow a home down here |
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Old asphalt lies below |
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Goodbyes from the dead play on |
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Half-curied video gravestones |
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Cracked patches of neon |
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Flickers as the wind blows |
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What kind of drugs were these creatures on |
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To want so much it ate them whole |
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Aversion to detergent |
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Always naturally clean |
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Sleep all day, crush mice by night |
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More civilized if you ask me |
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SidewindRefine |
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SurviveWhat's left behind |
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Wake up in the bushes |
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Brush the crust out of my eyes |
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Fluff the dirt out of my hair |
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As the bright sun's beatin' down |
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Time to hit the road |
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Time to find the rain |
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Away from the cage where the light bulbsblaze |
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Hitch a ride to another plain |
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SidewindRefine |
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SurviveWhat's left behind |
