On the sand dunes of Erg Chebbi,
The sun begins to fade,
On the golden surf I see the earth,
Where all my thoughts are made,

But they refuse to go to sleep,
And they keep on dancing round,
And all their dancing
makes my weary eyes rise from the ground,

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When the game is done and over
You've played your final hand,
As you're dealt back in,
You know you won't win,
So you sink back in the sand,

As you stare out to the horizon,
You hear a windswept song,
And you know the tune,
But in your mind it seems,
You've got the words all wrong,

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So you watch the sand crash down,
Like waves upon the shore,
But you know however much you ever have,
You'll always be wanting more,

And the fire crackles slowly,
It's burning hot and bright,
Now you're feeling guilty
Cause you turned away from the fight,

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When you've long since seen the sunset,
Over the mountain high,
You keep on watching the next valley on,
Until it's bare of light,

Even then you look to the clouds
In their flaming royal pink,
And at the latest hour of the night,
You're still trying not to think,

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So you set the arm spinning,
On an old album that you found,
From your ears the music disappears,
But the record still spins round,

And your guitar is still playing
And your piano is still in tune
But you're scared for your soul that those things too might
Disappear soon,