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 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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Sidewind
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Refine
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Survive
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What'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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Sidewind
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Refine
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Survive
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What'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 bulbs
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blaze
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Hitch a ride to another plain
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Sidewind
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Refine
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Survive
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What's left behind
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Sidewinder
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| Lard |
