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Looking out the window |
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I see the red dust clear |
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High up on the red rock |
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Stands the shadow with the spear |
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The land here is strong |
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Strong beneath my feet it feeds on the blood it feeds on the heat |
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The rhythm is below me |
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The rhythm of the heat |
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The rhythm is around me |
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The rhythm has control |
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The rhythm is inside me |
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The rhythm has my soul |
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The rhythm of the heat |
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The rhythm of the heat |
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The rhythm of the heat |
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The rhythm of the heat |
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Drawn across the plainland |
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To the place that is higher |
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Drawn into the circle |
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That dances round the fire |
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We spit into our hands |
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And breathe across the palms |
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Raising them up high |
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Held open to the sun |
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Self-conscious, uncertain |
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I'm showered with the dust |
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The spirit enter into me |
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And I submit to trust |
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Smash the radio |
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No outside voices here |
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Smash the watch |
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Cannot tear the day to shreds |
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Smash the camera |
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Cannot steal away the spirits |
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The rhythm is around me |
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The rhythm has control |
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The rhythm is inside me |
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The rhythm has my soul |
