| Heart and clock slows down…
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| And the sand reverberates with a tremelous sound
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| On a diet of water and thick air
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| I inhale the heat and exhale my share
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| Barometer’s climbin' up their scales
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| Heat shimmers and the horisont sails…
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| I wouldn’t know 'bout the governments policy
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| But the waterhole-water looks like coffee!
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| Time stopped’n’heart slowed
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down-down-down that dusty road
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| Down-down-down that dusty road
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| A full 20 miles wide.
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| Lies glowin' pebbles’n’nothing beside…
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| And man starts to boil
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| Can’t help being born above a lake of oil
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| The distant battles don’t shoot blanks
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| — Soon it’s goodbye’n’many tanks
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| The long shadow used to read like poetry
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| — Now the waterhole-water looks like coffee!
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down-down-down that dusty road
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| Down-down-down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down-down-down that dusty road
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| Down-down-down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down-down-down that dusty road
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down-down-down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Down-down-down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| — Walkin' thick soled
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| Down-down-down that dusty 3'rd world road
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| Yeah! |
| Down!
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| To the road turns to sand… |