| It is nothing to live as we do
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| Day to day we roam
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| Heart without a home of our own
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| Dust and passion lay in our throats
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| Revenge in each word that spoke
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| Childrens eyes fill our minds as we smoke
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| Chorus:
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| But somewhere out in the desert a figure moves at speed
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| And in his heart he carries the message that they need
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| We move against the tyrant
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| Words fall from his lips
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| The fire inside their eyes is lit
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| At daybreak freedom calls
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| We answer as one
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| From hiding in the hills we enter the burning sun
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| Danger fills the air and the dawn
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| Holds a sweet but stale perfume
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| Women know that soon they may lose
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| What good are men that love but our slaves
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| In a country they once called their own?
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| As they kissed goodbye they have flown
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| Chorus II
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| To be there out in the desert as horses move at speed
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| And in each heart is carried the message that they need
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| We move against the tyrant
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| Words fall from his lips
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| The fire inside their eyes is lit
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| At daybreak freedom called
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| We answered as one
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| From hiding in the hills we entered the gripping sun
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| Instrumental
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| Repeat second part of chorus I |