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Samba in the desert, Arizona.
Under dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair.
One smell of belief dust rising up through the air.
A barren distance, I saw a shimmering light.
It grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
Samba in the desert, Arizona.
Under dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair.
One smell of belief dust rising up through the air.
A barren distance, I saw a shimmering light.
It grew heavy and my sight grew dim.