[T.E. Lawrence]
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Born in England, religious raised
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A hazy dream the world to face
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Indifferent to joy and pain, no measuring
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Never ending games
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Ride, only ride on the wings of the desert storm (and your)
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Pride, burning pride, its hunger's fed when yourself is gone
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He tired to join the army then
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He was denied, they had too much men
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He studied then the ancient times
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Digging up relics and signs
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[Pre...]
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Karkamish was where it all began
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He joined on armies' service then
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The Suez-Channel was to banned
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[Pre...]
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The ghost, the gallant rider on the edge of the desert storm
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A miracle written in the sand, the desert plans for eternity
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Feisal was the only chance
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To join the tribes to cross Turkish plans
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Aqaba was the mighty key
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To end the siege to make them free
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[Pre & Chorus...]
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"I will go if you will go to cross the deadly plains"
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"I am here, the world to show what you are able to face"
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The sand is grinding the face
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Dust is clouding their trace
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The sun burns out their mind
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Slowly, like the sand rules the time
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Wing of dark, vultures fly
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The wind, the last battle cry
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'Aqaba'
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He lived his life of tragedy without a home
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No place to flee
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Distracted soul caught in its face, from the start
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Without a chance
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He tried to free Arabia from its siege
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But he'd gone to far
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He paid his price on the desert plains
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He'd lost his soul, he'd lost his trace
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[Pre & Chorus...]
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The ghost the gallant soldier,
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A splitted soul game with the wind
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His mind was bound to the western world
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His heart belongs to the desert plains eternally!
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The Ghost
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| Running Wild |
