| There’s a desert city deep inside our city
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| Where the children eat light and laugh
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| We can see reflections in our rearview mirror
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| As we drive by
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| There are miners stepping over future ruins
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| In this brilliant shining city
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| We can see the changes waiting in their smiles
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| As we pass through
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| We can’t pass right through
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| We live
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| Here too
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| And from their smiles, comes the day, comes clear light
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| And from the day, comes real gold, inside night
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| And from the stars, we’ll learn calm, we’ll learn right
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| Out of the motion we’ll know ourselves
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| And from the calm we will know ourselves
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| As the darkness gathers of the dirty river
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| Land and water owned by just few
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| The night belongs to all the angry songs and singers
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| That includes us too
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| There’s a brilliant city deep inside our city
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| Where the children eat dark and laugh
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| We can see reflections in our rearview mirror
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| As we pass through
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| We can’t pass right through
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| We live
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| Here too
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| And from their smiles etc… |