| I came with a wind, got sand on my tongue.
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| Strike me again, the beat will make me young
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| I came with a wind and danced through the dust
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| Whose strike me once more, they beat me til I bust
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| And how could I rest? |
| Got a storm in my veins
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| Pyramids rose out of our pain
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain
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| I got problems, problems, all I know.
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| Welcome trouble, get on board.
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| Here the dark is worn too.
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| Golden, jaded Jesus suit.
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| Give us hunger, give us drought.
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| Give us poor some water.
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| Swarm of locusts ate our bread.
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| Fever, damage, rots and bed.
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| Problems, problems, made us rot.
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| Tutanchamun died this time.
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| Nectar bleeds out of this root.
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| Floods of blood run through Beirut
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| Give us hunger, give us drought.
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| Give us poor some water.
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| Give me holes in my hands.
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain
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| Problems, problems, all I know.
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| You’re not a stranger, get on board.
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| Riots, streets lie in a mess.
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| All the legends will lead to dread
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| I came with a wind and danced through the dust
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| Whose strike me once more, they beat me til I bust
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| And how could I rest? |
| Got a storm in my veins
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| Pyramids rose out of our pain
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain
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| I got problems, problems, all I know.
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| Welcome trouble, get on board.
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| Here the dark is worn too.
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| Golden, jaded Jesus suit.
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| Give us hunger, give us drought.
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| Give us poor some water.
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| Swarm of locusts ate our bread.
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| Fever, damage, rots and bed.
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| Problems, problems, made us rot.
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| Tutanchamun died this time.
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| Nectar bleeds out of this root.
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| Floods of blood run through Beirut
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| Give us hunger, give us drought.
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| Give us poor some water.
|
| Give me holes in my hands.
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain.
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain.
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain.
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain.
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| Give me holes in my hands.
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain
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| Problems, problems, made us rot.
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| Tutanchamun died this time.
|
| Nectar bleeds out of this root.
|
| Floods of blood run through Beirut
|
| Give us hunger, give us drought.
|
| Give us poor some water.
|
| Give me holes in my hands.
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| Pyramids rose out of my pain. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain) , by - Kornel Kovacs. Song from the album Pyramids (Rose out of Our Pain), in the genre Поп