| I looked outside of my window
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| There was fear in the pit of my heart
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| There was desert as far as the eye could see
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| Blistering, dusty, and hard
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| I trusted you in desperation
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| I said heaven forbid this place
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| It’s hotter than hell and I’m loosing my cool
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| It’s just not in the human race
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| No, no
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| (Way down low)
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| Death Valley
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| (A thousand miles to go)
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| Ho-ooo
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| (Way down low)
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| Hey there Death Valley, yeah
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| (A thousand miles to go)
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| Ooo, what if the engine should break down
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| What if the tire should blow
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| What if my soul should slip off this bus
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| And land in the inferno
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| Tossing and tumbling onward
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| Watchin' in vain for change
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| A windmill, a billboard, a Joshua Tree
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| A rusted old home on the range
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| Yeah
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| (Way down low)
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| Hey, hey, Death Valley, yeah
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| (A thousand miles to go)
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| Death Valley
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| (Way down low)
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| Hey, oh, oh, oh
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| (A thousand miles to go)
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| Slippery sand in the back of my throat, silica in my eyes
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| Pretty soon this will all be another bad dream if we make it
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| To the other side
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| If we make it
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| If we make it
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| Death Valley, yeah
|
| (A thousand miles to go)
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| Aye-yeah Death Valley
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| (Way down low)
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| Death Valley
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| (A thousand miles to go)
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| Hey
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| (A thousand miles to go)
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| The human race
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| No
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| Hmm, none of the human race
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| Uh-yeah
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| I got slippery sand in the back of my throat
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| Silica in my eyes
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| Just another bad bad dream
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| If we make it to the other side |