Oh let the sun beat down upon my face Stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been As the dust that floats high in June When movin' through Kashmir. With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear I been flying There ain't no denyin' Flying, flying All I see turns to brown All I see turns to brown As the sun burns the ground Burns, burns And my eyes fill with sand My eyes fill with sand As I scan this wasted land This wasted land Trying to find Trying to find Trying to find Trying to find where I've been Trying to find Trying to find Trying to find Trying to find Trying to find where I've been Trying to find Trying to find Trying to find Trying Try well I'm down So down.
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