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Here it lies a pile of sand
Watch it run out of my hands
Oh across the desert land
This gun it fell out of my hands

So you take the mortal bone
Place it down beneath the throne
Thinking of the king and I
This is not where power lies

All along the road is dim
I found someone to take you in
And though your heart is made of pure sin

Oh the art of dying, oh the eagle flies round
With your heart in its talon
You left your misery on the ground

Here it lies a pile of sand
Watch it run out of my hands
Oh across the desert land
This gun it fell out of my hands

So you take the mortal bone
Place it down beneath the throne
Thinking of the king and I
This is not where power lies

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