| «In this wasteland without any shadows
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| There is no water for my dusty throat
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| There is no rainbow days filled with silent sorrow
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| And for our sins there are no antidotes
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| Eternal sand
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| There is no end to his no man’s land
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| We all must pay
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| For the piper we dance while he plays
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| How many miles to Babylon
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| How many years must I carry on
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| In this our endless searching for the Holy Grail
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| There is no sleep for the souls who find no rest
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| Ships of the desert without rigs or sails
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| Flotsam and Jetsam floating from the west
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| Eternal sand
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| There is no end to his no man’s land
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| We all must pay
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| For the piper we dance while he plays
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| How many miles to Babylon
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| How many years must I carry on |