And I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[1], and can you not feel the love that rises from the sand and swirls in the wind and gets into your eyes?[1], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[1], and that's what it will be, an eternity, endless years rolling in the sand, and tears in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[1], and I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[2], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[1], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[1], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[1], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we bust there, but life goes on, yes, life goes on[1], and I am talking about a storm in the desert: a crashing of news stories against your mind as you try to survive, and can you block them out?[1], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[2], and what does it take to satisfy you?, and here we go, dancing close to the death that will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[1], and you are a desert child, but, and you could be a great one, BUT you must shake off the spirit of pessimism that hangs around you like an evil fog![1], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[1], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them one little bit[1], and when you wake, drenched in sweat, and go to the sands, and stare at the pale moon, do you shiver?[1], and there is a time to model portfolios using industry-leading risk engine software, and there is a time to die, and time passes so quickly[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[2], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[2], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[2], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[2], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[2], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we bust there, but life goes on, yes, life goes on[2], and I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[3], and that's what it will be, an eternity, endless years rolling in the sand, and tears in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[2], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[3], and can you not feel the love that rises from the sand and swirls in the wind and gets into your eyes?[2], and there is a time to model portfolios using industry-leading risk engine software, and there is a time to die, and time passes so quickly[2], and when you wake, drenched in sweat, and go to the sands, and stare at the pale moon, do you shiver?[2], and I am talking about a storm in the desert: a crashing of news stories against your mind as you try to survive, and can you block them out?[2], and what does it take to satisfy you?, and here we go, dancing close to the death that will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[2], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them one little bit[2], and you are a desert child, but, and you could be a great one, BUT you must shake off the spirit of pessimism that hangs around you like an evil fog![2], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we bust there, but life goes on, yes, life goes on[3], and what does it take to satisfy you?, and here we go, dancing close to the death that will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[3], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[3], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[3], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them 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in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[3], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[3], and
And I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[1], and can you not feel the love that rises from the sand and swirls in the wind and gets into your eyes?[1], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[1], and that's what it will be, an eternity, endless years rolling in the sand, and tears in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[1], and I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[2], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[1], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[1], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[1], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we bust there, but life goes on, yes, life goes on[1], and I am talking about a storm in the desert: a crashing of news stories against your mind as you try to survive, and can you block them out?[1], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[2], and what does it take to satisfy you?, and here we go, dancing close to the death that will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[1], and you are a desert child, but, and you could be a great one, BUT you must shake off the spirit of pessimism that hangs around you like an evil fog![1], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[1], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them one little bit[1], and when you wake, drenched in sweat, and go to the sands, and stare at the pale moon, do you shiver?[1], and there is a time to model portfolios using industry-leading risk engine software, and there is a time to die, and time passes so quickly[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[2], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[2], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[2], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[2], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[2], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we 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will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[2], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them one little bit[2], and you are a desert child, but, and you could be a great one, BUT you must shake off the spirit of pessimism that hangs around you like an evil fog![2], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we bust there, but life goes on, yes, life goes on[3], and what does it take to satisfy you?, and here we go, dancing close to the death that will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[3], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[3], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[3], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them 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in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[3], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[3], and
And I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[1], and can you not feel the love that rises from the sand and swirls in the wind and gets into your eyes?[1], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[1], and that's what it will be, an eternity, endless years rolling in the sand, and tears in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[1], and I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[2], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[1], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[1], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of 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even their perversity, and death has not improved them one little bit[1], and when you wake, drenched in sweat, and go to the sands, and stare at the pale moon, do you shiver?[1], and there is a time to model portfolios using industry-leading risk engine software, and there is a time to die, and time passes so quickly[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[2], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[2], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[2], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[2], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[2], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we 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in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[3], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[3], and
And I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[1], and can you not feel the love that rises from the sand and swirls in the wind and gets into your eyes?[1], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[1], and that's what it will be, an eternity, endless years rolling in the sand, and tears in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[1], and I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[2], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[1], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[1], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[1], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we bust there, but life goes on, yes, life goes on[1], and I am talking about a storm in the desert: a crashing of news stories against your mind as you try to survive, and can you block them out?[1], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[2], and what does it take to satisfy you?, and here we go, dancing close to the death that will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[1], and you are a desert child, but, and you could be a great one, BUT you must shake off the spirit of pessimism that hangs around you like an evil fog![1], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[1], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them one little bit[1], and when you wake, drenched in sweat, and go to the sands, and stare at the pale moon, do you shiver?[1], and there is a time to model portfolios using industry-leading risk engine software, and there is a time to die, and time passes so quickly[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[2], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[2], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[2], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of the mind, a financial paradise beyond this vale of tears[2], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[2], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we 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will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[2], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them one little bit[2], and you are a desert child, but, and you could be a great one, BUT you must shake off the spirit of pessimism that hangs around you like an evil fog![2], and boom and bust are the ways of life, and we boom here, and we bust there, but life goes on, yes, life goes on[3], and what does it take to satisfy you?, and here we go, dancing close to the death that will come upon us if we lose our grip on reality[3], and their business is you, and you are like them, and they are lonely, so lost in space, and it's not a marketing promise, they really do love you[3], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[3], and on earth they were known for their ruthlessness, and their stubbornness, even their perversity, and death has not improved them 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in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[3], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[3], and
And I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[1], and I remember, the way of the shaman in the desert, and the way of love in the fire, and the way of money in our hearts[1], and can you not feel the love that rises from the sand and swirls in the wind and gets into your eyes?[1], and we'll play in the sand, beneath the moon, and we are timeless, ageless, untouchable, and full of wisdom[1], and that's what it will be, an eternity, endless years rolling in the sand, and tears in our eyes, happy tears, and big smiles[1], and I seem to remember, and I want to forget, and I seem to remember, and it was such a long time ago[2], and grinning in the sky, and spinning around the moon, and twisting beyond the sun, and splattering against the stars, and merging into the cosmos[1], and we will focus on the highest level where love is able to burn us beyond our wildest fantasies[1], and that is where we must build our empires, our empires of 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