The fiery sun burns, from morning to evening
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Across this stony plain, where nothing grows
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Huge clouds of dust, are thrown up by the scorching wind
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Why do we travel on this endless road?
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Deaf and blinded, he comes to a river
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Senses blocked by the dust and the night
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Something is calling, he sleepwalks without falling
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Sixth sense stops him, in the shadowless light
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I don't remember, I don't remember
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Help me to remember
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One night by the fire, somebody is talking
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His voice is so happy, it almost sings
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Like a vision, somehow he remembers
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Takes the road back to forests and springs
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Endless Road
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Ride |