| Desert is calling me
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| I refuse to give in
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| On my hands, on my knees
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| The wars I fight enrage within
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| Out of the mist I walk alone
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| Cleansing my mind through fire
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| Out of my mess I carry on
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| Out of the mist I linger
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| Out of the mist I must atone
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| Forsaking the black and the stone
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| Out of my mess I’ll teach myself
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| Out of the mist I wander
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| Lost no more
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| Echoes from the ravine
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| And I feel unclean
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| Into this shroud I’ll wrap my sins
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| Unbound, unbent it must begin
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| Out of the mist I walk alone
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| Cleansing my mind through fire
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| Out of my mess I carry on
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| Out of the mist I linger
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| Out of the mist I must atone
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| Forsaking the black and the stone
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| Out of my mess I’ll teach myself
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| Out of the mist I wander
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| Lost no more
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| Sanctuary
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| Of my misery
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| Prison
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| For the insane
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| Asylum
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| Is the world we’re in
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| This fight
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| It must begin
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| This fight
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| It must begin
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| This fight
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| It must begin |