| Nighttime follows in that broken land
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| And you sink into a plain of sand
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| From this golden haze you never will arise
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| Burned and buried for a thousand lies
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| Nighttime swallows waving hands
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| Veiled by darkness you will understand
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| Hear the silence
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| And feel the pain
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| Lost in those spaces
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| You will go insane
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| In these golden playing grounds
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| You hear voices like a siren’s sound
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| Follow traces of demons nigh
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| A star is twinkling like a firefly
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| In this golden desert ground
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| You hear screaming like the siren’s sound
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| Follow traces of horses nigh
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| A light is passing like a firefly |