| Blinded by the swirling dust
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| Fade into twilight from dusk
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| Burnt by the desert sun
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| I don’t remember anyone
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| Delusion puts my mind at ease
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| I can barely see or breathe
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| Looking up to the sky
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| I feel so lonely I could die
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| This sand will be my grave
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| Picked apart before I am saved
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| The vultures circle overhead
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| Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead
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| The wilted waste around me
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| My heart starts beating slowly
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| Each breath feels like my last
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| No future, only past
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| I cannot move, I cannot think
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| The world moves on around me
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| Nothing but blue skies above
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| As my lungs begin to combust
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| This sand will be my grave
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| Picked apart before I am saved
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| The vultures circle overhead
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| Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead
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| I put the swine before the pearls
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| A dying man in a dying world
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| I see the circling crows
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| They all know what no one else knows
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| Barely conscious, barely alive
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| I relinquish my right, my will to survive
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| As my lungs fill with heat and sand
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| I reach out to grab your hand
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| Mirage in life and dream in death
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| After this there is nothing left |