| From the dusty mesa
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| Her looming shadow grows
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| Hidden in the poison creosote
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| In the hushing dusk
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| Under a swollen silver moon
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| I came walking with the wind
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| To watch the cactus bloom
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| She twines her spines up slowly
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| Towards the boiling sun
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| And when I touched her skin
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| My fingers ran with blood
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| Then rise with me forever
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| Across the silent sands
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| And the stars will be your eyes
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| And the wind will be my hand, will be my hand
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| A strange hunger haunted me The looming shadows danced
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| I fell down to the thorny brush
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| And felt a trembling hand
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| And when the last light warms the rocks
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| And the rattlesnakes unfold
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| Cats will come to drag away your bones
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| She twines her spines up slowly
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| Towards the boiling sun
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| And when I touched her skin
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| My fingers ran with blood
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| Oh, rise with me forever
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| Across the silent sands
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| And the stars will be your eyes
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| And the wind will be my hand, will be my hand |