| She held lightning in her hand
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| It’s been cornered by the man
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| I pretend no answering riot
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| As we hid it on the hill we ran
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| Fuel the mission
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| With our passion
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| Fighting still we ran
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| Do you know the way
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| To the silver colored road
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| By the city that’s run dry
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| On a sequin covered horse
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| And they’ll wait for us to arrive
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| Two hundred naked pure gold girls
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| And then we’ll sit and watch them ride
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| Made of crystals in the sand
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| If you want a taste you can
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| In the city where the people are alone
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| She held lightning in her hand
|
| It’s been cornered by the man
|
| I pretend no answering riot
|
| As we hid it on the hill we ran
|
| Fuel the mission
|
| With our passion
|
| Fighting still we ran
|
| Do you know the way
|
| To the silver colored road
|
| By the city that’s run dry
|
| On a sequin covered horse
|
| And they’ll wait for us to arrive
|
| Two hundred naked pure gold girls
|
| And then we’ll sit and watch them ride
|
| Do you know the way
|
| To the silver colored road
|
| By the city that’s run dry
|
| On a sequin covered horse
|
| And they’ll wait for us to arrive
|
| Two hundred naked pure gold girls
|
| And then we’ll sit and watch them ride |