Our lives covered by the sand
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No other sign but the prisonous land
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Completely lost our way
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And Jim has gone astray
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Nothing to do nothing inside out hands
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Besides us nothing but the prisonous land
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Dehydrated alone and numb
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Why were we ever so dumb
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(I was saying something in the background but i have no idea what)
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Oh my god... i don't know how to sing honestly
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From the bottom of my heart
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Please, get us out of the desert
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Please, spare our lives lord
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Help yourself, f*cker
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What are you doing man, why are you
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Man, this is the epic part with the guitar solo in it
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I don't play the guitar very well but time for the solo but should i this
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Are you f*ckin ready for some rock music
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I said are you f*ckin' ready for some f*cking rock music
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Lives covered by the sand (by the sand)
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Understand, that the prisonous land (Understand, that the prisonous land)
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Well you've completely lost your way (Yeah, you are done)
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Your friend Jim was found dead in the ashtray (And i saw his head, i beat it)
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Dehydrated alone and numb
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Why were you ever so dumb
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(Here we f*cking go)
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Where's my head... Where's my head... Oh, it's in the sand
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No other sight than the prisonous land
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(Crying and death and consumption in a death trip of sand and blood and shit)
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Honestly, we've lost ourselves, each other, our food and our goals
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There's nothing left for us, fools. But to cry the eternal juices of death
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And so foresee us in the nearby future
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Yeah, you see me? I don't see you, honestly
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My head's in the sand, i think
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