| Here in the desert where no waters flow, I will rejoice in life
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| Here where the days are long and the nights are cold
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| I feel the hunger of my mind
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| Every day when the sun passes by, burning every lie away
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| Every night I watch the moon crossing the crystal sky
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| Listening to what I say
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| II. |
| The silenced song
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| I didn’t do so bad
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| As I was with mankind
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| Felt no sympathy, felt no anger
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| Among all those blinded minds
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| See them washing their hands
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| Off the bad things they have done
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| See them asking for forgiveness
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| So that they’re pure after they’re gone
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| Together they are gathered
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| Just flocks of silly sheep
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| Waiting for a leader
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| Never sowing as they reap
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| And they call their game religion
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| Maximum comfort in their lives
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| And if someone is not with them
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| He will surely feel the knife
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| I couldn’t find an open mind
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| Don’t know what was going on
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| I was singing out my words
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| Just like a silenced song
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| You can see me as a cloud
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| Between the seas of our life
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| See me fly over the mountains
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| Bring together what’s alike
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| But who is left to drink the thruth
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| Who is left to eat the words
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| When they forgot how once they thirsted
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| And this song remains unheard
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| All that’s left is my awareness
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| A beacon anchored deep inside
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| And thus I’m sitting here with you
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| Tied to this dryland, tied to my life
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| Watch me as I drift 'cross this desert
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| So thirsty and so pure
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| I am weary of my wisdom
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| I have to tell of I’m sure
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| You can see me as a cloud
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| Between the seas of our life
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| See me fly over the mountains
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| Bring together what’s alike
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| But who is left to drink the thruth
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| Who is left to eat the words
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| When they forgot how once they thirsted
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| And this song remains unheard
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| Deep inside my circle
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| There is my eternity |