Sonic wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear
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Perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never appear
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In the skies (disguised)
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Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam
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Lie 'neath green valleys and wait for the call to come
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Firetail bats, poised to attack
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To set ablaze the rafters and the roofs
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Until the plan leaves the hand
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Burns the site down to the ground
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Through the ground
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Craters are carving and wounds are left to weep
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Sink to the table filtering through the years
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Closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep
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Down in green valleys wait for the call to come
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When it's all over and the empty quarter
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Returns to the emptiness again
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5000 miles over airplane graveyards
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Landmass oceans wide. over continents
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A sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hear
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Perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises
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Over the skies - in disguise
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Change in direction
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A sonic wind is blowing
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And the fire it is burning
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Down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam
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Over airplane graveyards, wait for the call to come
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Sonic Wind
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| Calexico |
