| I’m empty as a desert land.
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| I feel a vast vibration in my head
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| The touch of light, the feel of sound
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| A force erupting up from underground
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| I can run, I cannot hide,
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| The beat’s alive.
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| I cannot force, I cannot fight,
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| The beat’s alive.
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| A long time going 'til I found my pace
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| And the cool wind blowing on my face
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| Long lost to the midnight stride
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| I found the soul, no use for pride
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| Long dark shadows move across the land
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| Yeah, they can move but here I stand
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| A cool wind blowing through my mind
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| I can’t turn back for one last time
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| To tell a lie is the only crime
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| The beat’s alive
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| To believe a lie is the only crime
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| The beat’s alive
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| Telling one more lie is my only crime
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| Believe a lie is the only crime.
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| The beat’s alive, the beat’s alive. |