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People at the city say he's buried underground |
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They're turning over the stones |
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But there's nothing here to be found |
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Looking to the desert in a cool moonlight |
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Nobody watching, there is no one out tonight |
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Standing in the shadows there's a real mean guy |
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And I don't know if |
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I'll make it |
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And I don't know if |
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I'm gonna die tonight |
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Take a caravan to the limit of the city |
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Smoke the hookah pipes |
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Where the people have no pity |
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PtolemyThe dogs will howl in the market square |
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You'll bargain for your life |
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But you leave their treasures there |
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Don't you go astray on the wrong side of the city |
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Fighting for your life |
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Where the people have no pity |
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Ptolemy(Solo) |
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I wish I'd never listened |
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To that old high priest |
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He told me of the riches |
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They buried beneath |
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Down in the crypt where the men fear to tread |
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She danced the seven veils and the boy was nearly dead |
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Don't you go astray on the wrong side of the city |
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Fighting for your life |
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Where the people have no pity |
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