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Crawling through the desert of my own desire,
The habitual path of this nomadic wanderer.
Every spot of land that catches this covetous eye,
Becomes another stop on this long and dusty road.

So I build my kingdom here;
Where the walls are steep and the watch towers high.
The prisoner of my own defenses,
Hoarding treasure that will perish to the end.

My Jericho, Jericho lies beneath me.
That trumpet sound and my life crashed and hit the ground.
Don't be surprised to find me lying in the ruins.
Yeah, I'm battered and bruised but now there's nothing left for me to lose,
I can find my way home...

Days and years go by without a hint of resistance,
From the fast-flowing tide of my own impending fate.
Then I see your face on a far distant horizon,
And my heart awakes to the captive I've become.

So I wave my flag in surrender.
With my own bear hands demolish what I'd made.
I could not see that despite my best efforts,
I needed help from heaven's mighty cavalry.

Send my walls tum-tumbling tum-tumble-tumbling down...
Restore my soul.

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