Horse With No Name (America)
On the first part of the journey
I was looking for all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
That 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
Ive been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can't remember your name
cause there aint no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
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