| «Let it out let me pull the shades
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| Mix it up make it lemonade
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| I’ve no intention of living this way
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| No intention of living…
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| Moisture
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| Moisture
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| A thousand miles across the sand
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| Burning blisters on my hand
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| Why did you take
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| Water from my well
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| I am dry, I sigh
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| Take this torture from my head
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| How you said, the sand would burn my hands
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| How you said, the sand would burn my feet again
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| Almost drowned inside your head
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| Crawled back to the shore instead
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| Why did you take
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| And drag me through your hell
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| I am dry, I sigh
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| Take this torture from my head
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| How you said, the sand would burn my hands
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| How you said, the sand would burn my feet again
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| Moisture
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| Moisture
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| Take this torture from my head
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| How you said, the sand would burn my hands
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| How you said, the sand would burn my feet again
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| How you said, the sand would burn my hands
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| How you said, the sand would burn my feet again |