| Like rippling pools, your voice comes in waves
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| From the wilderness and it’s callin' my name
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| What we left behind to be all alone
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| Uncharting star paths to follow you home
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| Living in the wasteland, you’re my wild honey
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| Traded my heart for all my money
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| We were left for dead
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| The desert is a river bed
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| Living in the wasteland, you’re my wild honey
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| Sold my heart for all my money
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| Whwn we’re left for dead
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| The desert is a river bed
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| Looking for the golden light, waves and fields for miles
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| Pinkie romises in your palms, your smile
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| Just empty pocets, black birds circling
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| No trees in sight, just the shade of your wings
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| Living in the wasteland, you’re my wild honey
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| Traded my heart for all my money
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| We were left for dead
|
| The desert is a river bed
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| Living in the wasteland, you’re my wild honey
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| Sold my heart for all my money
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| When we’re left for dead
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| The desert is a river bed
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| The soil of my soul begins to grow
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| The soil of my soul begins to grow
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| The soil of my soul begins to grow
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| The soil of my soul begins to grow
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| The soil of my soul begins to grow
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| The soil of my soul begins to grow
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Living in the wasteland, you’re my wild honey
|
| Traded my heart for all my money
|
| We were left for dead
|
| The desert is a river bed
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| Living in the wasteland, you’re my wild honey
|
| Sold my heart for all my money
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| When we’re left for dead
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| The desert is a river bed |