The sands of gold are falling
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From the sky tonight
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The sound, a million voices screaming out
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The prophecy has moved on with the stars
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And now I know that I could be the chosen one
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Oh, the desert breeze had turned to such
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A storm that night
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And in my dream I nearly saw his face again
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Waving me up to come closer to his tent
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Can't control myself, I'm needing his embrace
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Looking up over your head
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Put on my suit, like any other morning time
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I washed my face in purest water
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Got brand new shoes - it's good to feel
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That you're alive
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But life will get along to something
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Larger than me!
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Looking up over your head
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-I wanna tear thorugh the sky
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Looking up over your head
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-And be the very first to die
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Looking up over your head
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-One thousand miles and I'll be there
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Looking up over your head
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-Just when you look over your head
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Over your head, inside your mind
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Visions you've had keep passing by
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Don't be afraid, face it instead.
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Looking up over your head!
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Over Your Head
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Shaman |