| Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,
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| Our hero bold, who so it’s told,
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| is a lot like you and me.
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| His passion burns, the world it turns,
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| He fills his hand to fill the void,
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| And fuels the constant feeling,
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| Of nothingness inside his soul.
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| Feels like nothing ever did.
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| Kills like nothing ever could.
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| Dark and jaded world I hated,
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| Everything I left behind.
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| I don’t need you, and I don’t want you,
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| World that left me blind.
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| Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
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| Buried treasure sunken deep,
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| in darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
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| Gold fills hands, or is it sand,
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| The same that covers everything?
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| Where cities stood, soon deserts found,
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| Now sink beneath the swelling ground.
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| Feels like nothing ever did.
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| Kills like nothing ever could.
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| Dark and jaded world I hated,
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| Everything I left behind.
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| I don’t need you, and I don’t want you,
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| World that left me blind.
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| This world is for the taking,
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| This world is suffocating.
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| Plastic bags of novacain,
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| Some PCP to kill the pain.
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| Build a tomb to store your rust,
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| Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust.
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| Under the sands of the mighty Sahara,
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| Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold,
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| a casket for a dying world.
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| Our hero stands, wealth in hand,
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| The prize for his endeavors.
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| The masses cheer, to hide their fears
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| That no man lives forever.
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| Feels like nothing ever did.
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| Kills like nothing ever could.
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| Dark and jaded world I hated,
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| Everything I left behind.
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| I don’t need you, and I don’t want you,
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| World that left me blind |