Sierra, sierra Tell me where is this place you are from You speak of a land Filled with warm sea and sand And the ladies who lie in the sun Sierra, sierra Your distant lights fading away Crossing those stars to the music and bars Sierra, is it just like you say ? Sheep counting never worked well Since the day that i fell For your ****** dreams Of a thousand this world's so ******* And i'm pulsed to the wind At the sight of the song and the sea Strange cigarettes Clothes so warm and so wet You can see through so quite easily Sierra, sierra Sierra, sierra, Please tell me you'll stay Sierra, sierra, Till night turns to day I got so many dreams they can never run dry My bedroom's becoming a crates on the sky Filled with dancing tequilas and chickens on spits White-shirted waiters and girls with big tails Love in the night in the ways of moonlight Sierra, please tell me it fits
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