"I WANT TO FEEL THE
SUNLIGHT ON MY FACE
I SEE THE DUST CLOUD DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE
I WANT TO TAKE SHELTER FROM THE POISON RAIN
WHERE THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME
THE CITIES A FLOOD AND OUR LOVE TURNS TO RUST
WE'RE BEATEN AND BLOWN BU THE WIND, TRAMPLED IN DUST
I'LL SHOW YOU A PLACE HIGH ON A DESERT PLAIN
WHERE THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME."
I SEE THE DUST CLOUD DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE
I WANT TO TAKE SHELTER FROM THE POISON RAIN
WHERE THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME
THE CITIES A FLOOD AND OUR LOVE TURNS TO RUST
WE'RE BEATEN AND BLOWN BU THE WIND, TRAMPLED IN DUST
I'LL SHOW YOU A PLACE HIGH ON A DESERT PLAIN
WHERE THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME."
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