In this wasteland without any shadows There is no water for my dusty throat There is no rainbow days filled with silent sorrow And for our sins there are no antidotes. Eternal sand There is no end to this no man's land We all must pay For the piper we dance while he plays How many miles to babylon How many years must I carry on. In this our endless searching for the holy grail There is no sleep for the souls who find no rest Ships of the desert without rings or sails Flotsam and jetsam floating from the west Eternal sand There is no end to this no man's land We all must pay For the piper we dance while he plays How many miles to babylon How many years must I carry on.
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