| Under a silver sky I wander
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| These broken highways have become my home
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| Alone in a world of rust and ruin stay
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| Through grey civilisation’s dust I roam
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| And my wasteland soul
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| Never will be truly whole
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| My only remaining goal now to survive
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| Someday the rains will come and wash it all away
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| The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day
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| Shattered remains of once great cities
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| These silent highways lead to halls of stone
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| Every horizon sees it closer now
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| I venture onwards into the unknown
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| And my calloused hands
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| Have learned to weather and withstand
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| The tribulations of this land in which I strive
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| Someday the rains will come and wash it all away
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| The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day
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| Someday the rains will come and wash it all away
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| The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day
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| Tin cans and bottlecaps and twisted steel
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| This world’s seen better days I’m sure
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| But I’d give every withered wealth I’ve found
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| For just a glimpse of something pure
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| But my wasteland soul
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| Never will be truly whole
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| My only remaining goal now to survive
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| Someday the rains will come and wash it all away
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| The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day
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| Someday the rains will come and wash it all away
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| The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day
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| The heart of the wasteland
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| The heart of the wasteland (This day)
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| The heart of the wasteland
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| The heart of the wasteland
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| The heart of the wasteland
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| The heart of the wasteland |