| Ain’t got no money for your pretty things
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| Don’t need no pity just listen to me
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| Girl you got taste but you got lyin eyes
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| There’s a strong desert wind
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| And its creepin, creepin in
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| Across the waves across the sky
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| The taste, on your lips
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| Feel the blood drip down to your open hands
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| Her eyes, witches eyes
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| They’ll steal the only soul that you’ve ever known
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| As we walk down this desert road
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| Feel the sun leech life from my bones
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| We both know, there’s no turning back
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| As the vultures fly overhead
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| Ah they’re circlin' circlin' the dead
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| Place your blame down, no one’s goin home
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| Evenings dawn spread across the tapestry of the sky
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| Watchful eyes, never knowing quite what they mean
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| Careful footseps on the waking of the dawn
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| Watch
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| Oh this is the season of, my prime
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| We’re gonna lay her down in the sands of time
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| Oh baby please you know I’m with you all way
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| Don’t doubt me now, not another day
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| Oh sister please, you know I hear you call
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| I’m gonna lay you down, ah baby now
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| Oh people please won’t you hear me call
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| I’ll lay you down, oh sister now, oh baby now
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| They ain’t comin' for me, ah babe
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| Our time has come, just let me be |