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Dried up lands, sandy roads as they wind among the mountains
That you walk with your guns made of steel, oohh
Hot winds run, heat waves flow, there's no river, there's no fountain
Sterile sand everywhere like a sea
You march on in the sun, if there only were some water round up here
You could rest beside the well
But the steel of your guns burn your fingers on the trigger and your fear
Keeps you tied up to your hell, still on the run
Sunbeams burn, hurts like blades, feet go down into the sand bed
Blinded eyes by the sun overhead
Sweating dry, there's no shade and your guns are turning bright red
Burn your hands by the warmth that they shed
Parched with thirst, fear to die, if there only were some water round up here
You could rest beside the well
But the steel of your guns burns your fingers on the trigger and your fear
Keeps you tied up to your hell while you would
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more,
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more,
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more,
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more,
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more,
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more
Spread your wings and fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more,
Fly, fly, and reach the sky, not coming back no more, fly
Unreal visions beguile you in the desert
Barren rocks are burning in the sun
Sun and steel, the only things around you
Just a dream, a wicked nightmare made of sun and steel.
Sun and steel
Sun and steel (Sun and steel)
Sun and steel (Sun and steel)
Sun and steel (Sun and steel)
Sun and steel (Sun and steel)

Sun and steel
Sun and steel
Sun and steel
Sun and steel

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