IN THE MOUTH A DESERT
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can you treat it like an oil well
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when it's undergroud out of sight?
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and if the sight is just a whore sign
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can it make enough sense to me?
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pretend the table is a trust knot
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we'll put our labels down faith is down
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and watch the yards of twine unravel
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and you'll never get it back-
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it's what i want don't you know
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we could make it dry-
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"i've been crowned, the king
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of it and it is all we have so
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wait to hear my words and
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they're diamond sharp i could
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open it up if it's up and down"
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IN THE MOUTH A DESERT
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