| Have you heard of that old magic place
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| Where everything is like made of dust and stone
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| Once you have entered you cannot escape
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| Terra deserta will thrill you to the bone
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| Life is just but a caravan
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| What keeps you going is difficult to find
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| It never rains on a death parade
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| For it’s the seekers everlasting lonely ride
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| Sahara — the hot wind rages
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| Sahara — vast hostile land
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| Sahara — on through the ages
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| Sahara — time is of sand
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| Buried deep under the golden shroud
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| There lies the desert son’s greatest gift of all
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| You may not see what you’re heading for
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| Still your origin is save behind dune walls
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| Life is just but a caravan
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| What keeps you going is difficult to find
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| It never rains on a death parade
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| For it’s the seekers everlasting lonely ride
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| Sahara — the hot wind rages
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| Sahara — vast hostile land
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| Sahara — on through the ages
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| Sahara — time is of sand
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| Sahara — the hot wind rages
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| Sahara — vast hostile land
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| Sahara — on though the ages
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| Sahara — time is of sand |