| Skin burned to leather, endless the pain
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| Struggling against the heat
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| Are people to die for a building campaign?
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| Treaded like lifeless meat?
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| Bridled to follow the orders of Thebes
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| Driving the lot insane
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| Short-lived, encircled, degraded, the eagles
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| A caravan of pain
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| And their sorrow will last till tomorrow
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| And they long for the poisonous arrow
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| A thousand times I’ve stung the day
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| Dragged along the Nile
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| Man too cheer, a sinister priest
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| I’m stuck into a pile
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| Perfect programs
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| High proficiency
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| You celebrate and clap but you forgot those men
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| Who left their marks on me
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| And their sorrow will last till tomorrow
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| And they long for the poisonous arrow
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| A song from the desert
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| Revealing its secret to me
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| Easily, I hear them creep
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| The kings of the desert
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| Concealing their glamor from me
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| 'Cause they feel what I need
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| A song from the desert
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| Revealing its secret to me
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| Easily, I hear them creep
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| The kings of the desert
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| Concealing their glamor from me
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| 'Cause they feel what I need
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| The slaves of the desert
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| Concealing their glamor from me
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| 'Cause they feel… what I need |