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Desert traveler leave directions to the birds |
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and cross this sea of sand |
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a fountain lies ahead |
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it's the only evidence |
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of life among the desert of the dead |
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A sacrilegious bath in the waters of the past |
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naked in the presence of the guards |
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antique stones and sun bleached bones |
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rest beneath the constellation dome |
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Oracle, fortunes told |
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history, your secrets locked in gold |
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Canvas of the sun a burning portrait that you've won |
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your gardens will replace this waste of land |
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defacer, unscathed earth |
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and prove to all exactly what it's worth, oh |
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Oracle, fortunes told |
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history your secrets locked in gold |
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All the statues call out |
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gaze upon my works |
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marble faces fall out |
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decomposed to earth |
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Erase all of the empire whose walls once carried your name |
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create something to inspire the desert that swallowed your fame, |
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that swallowed your fame, |
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that swallowed your fame |
