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Always almost there
That ledge is the only thing I ever see
Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach
Grab on a hold each treasure while you go
Before they turn to sand this man is all alone
A Haze, what a storm what a maze
which one, which one, which one’s the way
lost, lost his trust
and now roams the barren dunes
bones continue to rust
up and down up and down
up and down up and down
up and down up and down
we go
always almost there
That ledge is the only thing I ever see
born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach
grab on ahold each treasure while you go
before they turn to sand this man is all alone
Well If I had it all
If i had it all
what life would leave me satisfied
all of this gold
all of this gold
it dont weigh enough to make this life whole
Shelter
Something felt for sure
molton beads of his lotus feet
dangle by his belt
Pure
Pure
Pure
Bhagavatam, dhruva, madhuvan
deep into the forest he will go
no more demon roars
that ledge is the only thing I ever see
Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach
grab on ahold of each treasure while you go
before they turn to sand this man is all alone
Well If I had it all
If i had it all
what life would leave me satisfied
all of this gold
all of this gold
it dont weigh enough to make this life whole
Unconfirmed lyrics via Chris Quinn / Facebook.
