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The desert in the blazing sun |
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I feel my throat is burning |
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The guard is incorruptable |
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You name it vanity or yearning - oh |
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Now - dusty wind into my face |
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We gotta build it higher and higher |
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Oh the sun is whipping from above |
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Your child in chains of desire |
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And craving towers |
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From the desert towards the sky |
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The grind of the genius |
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Who's raising his own decline |
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And the navigator is heading for hell |
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Setting off on a journey |
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And he'll never return |
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And the navigator he rose and he fell |
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In quest for heaven |
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He'll never return |
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Hey the seeker reaching for the stars |
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Beyond the scape of profanity |
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Oh and when he tried to touch the light |
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Fire burned his sanity away |
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Oh I gotta see it all |
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Tempting deities |
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I hear them |
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But then when you follow their call |
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Pride goes before the fall |
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And the navigator... |
