| Riding into the sunset
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| The highway is winding its way
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| The motor is droning
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| While the night is killing the day
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| Swallowed by the twilight
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| The plains are hiding left and right
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| The air’s turning colder
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| Freezing, I am just caught in the ride
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| Well a red dressed woman — she’s just coming
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| Straight right out of the black
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| What hell of a vision — a sweet phenomenon to me
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| Desert Rose — a vision just next to me
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| Desert Rose — angel or fantasy?
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| Desert Rose
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| Her magical dark eyes
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| Really got a hold on me
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| Her contours are fading
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| What the hell do I see
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| Well a red dressed woman — she’s just coming
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| Straight right out of the black
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| What hell of a vision — a sweet phenomenon to me
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| Desert Rose — a vision just next to me
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| Desert Rose — angel or fantasy?
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| Desert Rose
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| Vision’s never recurring
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| To this magical place
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| Yes, I am always returning
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| But I never found any trace
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| Well a red dressed woman — she’s just coming
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| Straight right out of the black
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| What hell of a vision — a sweet phenomenon to me
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| Desert Rose — a vision just next to me
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| Desert Rose — angel or fantasy?
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| Desert Rose — a vision just next to me
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| Desert Rose — angel or fantasy?
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| Desert Rose |