| We traveled through this land a thousand years ago
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| We were the first to see the purple skies
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| I wondered round the desert in a mask of gold
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| I left a thousand things for you to find
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| I left my home where your houses stand
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| I left my gold where your highways ran
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| I lived my life on what you call your land
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| I left my soul in the aztec sand
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| The days grow long the nights are getting warmer
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| The rains are few beneath the blazing sun
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| Traveling fathers finding little water
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| The time has come when we must play this world
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| I left my home where your houses stand
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| I left my gold where your highways ran
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| I lived my life on what you call your land
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| I left my soul in the aztec sand
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| Round and round
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| Our lifetime goes
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| Where does it end
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| Someone must know
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| I’ve got a family now but you wouldn’t know them
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| They’re beaten down so hard they can hardly stand
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| We used to live so brave so free like an eagle
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| Now they make us live like a crippled man
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| I left my home where your houses stand
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| I left my gold where your highways ran
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| I lived my life on what you call your land
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| I left my soul in the aztec sand |