What a special taste has desert sand
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that seeps all through my skin
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No more unreal shapes of caravans
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shall lead me to nothing
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fade away
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I tried to save what's left in my life
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fade
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away
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Heaven can wait and hell shall die
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Freedom - My desire
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Gratis - Not for to hire
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Sandsea - I'm a sailor
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Landlord of my port: Graveyard
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Burning witches of these desert lands
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Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can
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I will suck you out on all your tongues
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Firejuice 'til I get drunk
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Patience - My desire
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Gratis - Not for to hire
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Sandsea - I'm a sailor
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Landlord of my port: Graveyard
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Lonelyness that I fear for years
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What a good state and I have it here
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That's my aim and no one needs to bury me
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Wind bring me the sand
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to cover my end
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Port Graveyard
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| Depressive Age |
