| A man can lose his past, in a country like this
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| Wandering aimless
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| Parched and nameless
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| A man could lose his way, in a country like this
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| Canyons and cactus
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| Endless and trackless
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| Searching through a grim eternity
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| Sculptured by a prehistoric sea
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| Seven cities of gold
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| With stones that fired my imagination
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| Seven cities of gold
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| A splendid mirage in this desolation
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| Seven cities of gold
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| Glowing in my dreams, like hallucinations
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| Glitter in the sun like a revelation
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| Distant as a comet or a constellation
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| A man can lose himself, in a country like this
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| Rewrite the story
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| Recapture the glory
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| A man could lose his life, in a country like this
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| Sunblind and friendless
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| Frozen and endless
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| And the nights grow longer, the farther I go Wake to aching cold, and a deep Sahara of snow
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| Seven cities of gold
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| With stones that fired my imagination
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| Seven cities of gold
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| A splendid mirage in this desolation
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| Seven cities of gold
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| Glowing in my dreams, like hallucinations
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| Glitter in the sun like a revelation
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| Distant as a comet or a constellation
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| Oh that gleam in the distance could be heaven’s gate
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| A long-awaited treasure at the end of my cruel fate
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| Seven cities of gold
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| With stones that fired my imagination
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| Seven cities of gold
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| A splendid mirage in this desolation
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| Seven cities of gold
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| Glowing in my dreams, like hallucinations
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| Glitter in the sun like a revelation
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| Distant as a comet or a constellation |