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I walk the night, I walk alone down empty streets
I turn my eyes away from people I might meet
The wind cries softly through the desert air
The only one who'd even dare
Beware the creatures of these dark, uncertain times
Their hair is golden but there's trouble in their minds
Beware the hand that hides a flashing blade
Avoid the mess the dagger's made
And all the people gathered 'round
As if to seek some higher ground
Some turn their eyes to look away
No one leaves alive today
The sun's so bright it steals the colors from my eyes
The air is poison; there's no birds up in the sky
A cloud of smoke above the desert plain
Where only ash and dust remain
And all the people gathered 'round
As if to seek some higher ground
Some turn their eyes to look away
No one leaves alive today
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And all the people gathered 'round
As if to seek some higher ground
They turn their eyes to look away
No one leaves alive today
And all the people gathered 'round
As if to seek some higher ground
They turn their eyes to look away
No one leaves alive today
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