| I can feel a desert wind
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| Hear it howlin' in the streets tonight
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| It’s a warning noone fears
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| And there ain’t no place where we can hide
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| Strangers lost in silence
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| Empty hearts and blinded eyes
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| Dangers taste like violence
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| Tears — while conversation dies
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| Lack of communication leads to
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| Asphalt — deserts — streets of pain
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| Darkness calls the light
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| When all the water’s banned
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| And cares are buried under sand
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| The wind will turn into a wasteland serenader
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| So wake up — just stop feeding dust
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| Open your minds and learn to trust
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| It’s never too late — never too late to try
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| Cages of confusion
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| In this world of broken dreams
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| Social constitution
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| Tries to hide behind the streams
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| Lack of communication leads to
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| Asphalt — deserts — streets of pain
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| Darkness calls the light
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| When all the water’s banned
|
| And cares are buried under sand
|
| The wind will turn into a wasteland serenader
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| So wake up — just stop feeding dust
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| Open your minds and learn to trust
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| It’s never too late — never too late to try
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| I can feel a desert wind
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| Hear it howlin' in the streets tonight |