.[Verse 1]
Plumbed the badlands as a child
Where the dust devils dance
On the dreams of the ivy wild
[Pre-Chorus]
The places you grow up
The tumbling ground is rough
There is no domestic heart
Then what have we become: just pedestrian?
There is no do.
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