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Sought it out,
Coveting the mind to mend your stifling doubt,
Plummet down,
Fast as you can before your trials run out,
You're running out,
The Eastern sky pours through your window,
Your heart is nigh; just wait for the sign,
The fire feels better when the sun has set,
Desire feels better when you know you're next to,
The one in which you shall abide,
Not I,
Not I,
Oh, don't waste your time,
Oh, don't chase your plight,
Oh, don't brave your might,
Oh, don't burn out your light
For mine
Through darkness, brave the mountains, there you climb.
Wayfaring One, you've wandered past your guide.
Alas, you'll see what you believe is the end of darker days.
I've become the keeper of the inn,
The home that turned you away.
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A hand woven basket my mother did make,
Strewn on the path I trod to sweet fields of cane.
High over Cairo, the Valley of Kings,
Where the Desert called their bodies down.
“Come on down to the desert ground”
The Lord of sand, he calls out.
Come on down to the desert ground.
Down to the desert ground, I come down.
It came down in a hurry, twirling in the air,
And the lives upon this air balloon spoke their final prayer.
Now the Canes stood high, holding out their hand,
Though the Desert’s hand was mightier, and no fall, could it withstand.
And lay there, a mother, her daughter and son,
The only three to last the fall, and tell of what’d been done.
How the Desert rules with an iron fist and nay believes in truth or grace,
And once bound by the Desert sound, ne’er we will escape.
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Come clothed with hands clean and wash the dirt off of your feet.
You’ve got to know your place here; we come with eyes but deafened ears,
And dare not leave through a different gate,
For our minds are blank and our hearts unchanged.
We’ve sung this song before, even on our own,
We keep it locked behind the door.
I am not the one who can bring you to the altar.
I am not the one who can free you from your faltering heart,
O, your faltering heart cries out.
Lay down your burdens, son, you need them not, the deed’s been done.
Take heed upon this path, the smoothen roads they will not last.
March forth at a steady pace with a mind that’s blank and a heart unchanged.
We’ve sung this song before, even on our own,
We keep it locked behind the door.
I am not the one who can bring you to the altar.
I am not the one who can free you from your faltering heart,
O, your faltering heart cries out.
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