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Wheels keep on turning and the blood is running high
The dirt will hold you no matter how you try
The load is heavy and the mountain pulls you down
One desattention you never will be found
And the beating Sun
It shines upon
Them cracked faces
Where you know you belong
And the beating Sun
It shines upon
Them cracked faces
