| We’re fading spots on the horizon
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| Flecks of dust in the dunes
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| Pieces of brocken rock
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| Falling off the edge of the moon
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| We’re slipping from the top container
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| Losing air among the bottom grains
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| Keeping our hands up only for signs of impossible rain
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| While everything around me goes up in flames
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| I dream myself back to the shadow of your name
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| From the sky and down to the ground
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| It’s a crying shame
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| I have no one but myself to blame
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| For drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun (x2)
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| Are my ears
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| Playing tricks on me?
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| Do I hear the tides of a new sea
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| Rising up
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| From underneath the burning sands?
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| Echos from the walls of the wells
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| Waves against waves as the ocean swells
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| To swallow up every corner and crack of these badlands
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| While everything around me wavers in the heat
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| I dream myself back on my own two feet
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| From the sky and down to the ground
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| It’s a crying shame
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| I have no one but myself to blame
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| For drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| I’m drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| I’m drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| I’m drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun
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| Drying out in the sun (x2) |