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On the first part of the journey                                       
I was looking at all the life                                           
There were plants and birds and rocks and things                   
There was sand and hills and rings                                   
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz                           
And the sky with no clouds                                           
The heat was hot and the ground was dry                           
But the air was full of sound                                          

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name              
It felt good to be out of the rain                                     
In the desert you can remember your name                         
Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain                    
La, la...                                                               

After two days in the desert sun                                     
My skin began to turn red                                            
After three days in the desert fun                                    
I was looking at a riverbed                                           
And the story it told of a river that flowed                           
Made me sad to think it was dead                                    

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name     
It felt good to be out of the rain                                    
In the desert you can remember your name                         
Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain                    
La, la...                                                               

After nine days I let the horse run free                              
Cause the desert had turned to sea                                  
There were plants and birds and rocks and things                   
There was sand and hills and rings                                   
The ocean is a desert with its life underground                      
And a perfect disguise above                                         
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground                        
But the humans will give no love                                    

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