(Jack Bruce/Gary Moore/Kip Hanrahan)
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In my home of sand outside the city of gold
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The wind's so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
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I need to buy myself some answers
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But the truth's already been sold.
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Well I know how to use a razor
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Carve my initials in the light
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Yes I know how to use a razor
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Carve my initials in the light
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But sometimes in the depth of the dark, baby
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I can make everything all right.
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In my home of sand outside the city of gold
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Well the wind's so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
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The shelter in your eyes, I dream about it when I die
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Thirst for it when I cry
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My meal of salt upon that table of stone
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My meal of salt upon that table of stone
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Your feat's so sweet while I thirst here all alone.
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In my home of sand outside the city of gold
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The wind's so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
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I need to buy myself some aspirin
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But the truth's already been sold.
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City Of Gold
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| BBM |
