Under a silver sky I wander These broken highways have become my home Alone in a world of rust and ruin stay Through grey civilisation's dust I roam And my wasteland soul Never will be truly whole My only remaining goal now to survive Someday the rains will come and wash it all away... The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day Shattered remains of once great cities These silent highways lead to halls of stone Every horizon sees it closer now I venture onwards into the unknown And my calloused hands Have learned to weather and withstand The tribulations of this land In which I strive Someday the rains will come and wash it all away... The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day Tin cans and bottlecaps and twisted steel This world's seen better days I'm sure But I'd give every withered wealth I've found For just a glimpse of something pure But my wasteland soul Never will be truly whole My only remaining goal now to survive Someday the rains will come and wash it all away... The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day The heart of the wasteland...
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