Here. |
Here... Angels are blinding from the sky
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Dust underfoot, ahead of my freedom
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There is no trace, look around
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Nowhere to go but anywhere
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Angels blind from the sky
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Dust underfoot, ahead of my freedom
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There is no trace, look around
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Nowhere to go but anywhere!
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Verse 1: Tanir
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How beautiful you are, my desert
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Snow covered you, but you did not cool down to me
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The grains of sand will clog behind the collar, there is a reason to shake
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And they will fly away. |
And I, like a lighthouse, will stand
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And call to you...
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Mine is in your area, used to be afraid
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I can dream now...
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Above the head the luminary blazes
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My Kalahari will shelter me from the heat
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While the dunes fell asleep to the whistle
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I thought: am I a sword or game for a safari?
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Was stupid. |
And showed drowsiness
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Didn't know how cool it was around
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I thought I would be in hell, but here, here...
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Chorus: Tanir
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Here. |
Here... Angels are blinding from the sky
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Dust underfoot, ahead of my freedom
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There is no trace, look around
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Nowhere to go but anywhere
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Angels blind from the sky
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Dust underfoot, ahead of my freedom
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There is no trace, look around
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Nowhere to go but anywhere!
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Verse 2: Tanir
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Close, I can't get it - the truth is at the temple
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I stand and change my mind, someone started a game
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Thoughts do not catch up
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You expect your miracles, you should ask them from those above,
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And I, like a lighthouse, will stand and call to you
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Mine is in your area, used to be afraid
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I can dream now...
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Somewhere far away under the lush crowns
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It is not easy to find even a piece of untouched
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Filled with metal and concrete there
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There is trouble in the sky for miles and take me where is the Sun?
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The slave owners are oppressed. |
Throwing pennies for labor
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Linden comfort replaces coziness
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There is a vicious circle, and here:
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Chorus: Tanir
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Here. |
Here... Angels are blinding from the sky
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Dust underfoot, ahead of my freedom
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There is no trace, look around
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Nowhere to go but anywhere
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Angels blind from the sky
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Dust underfoot, ahead of my freedom
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There is no trace, look around
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Nowhere to go but anywhere! |