We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building, then burning down love
Burning down love, and when I go there
I go there with you, it's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the windBlown by the wind, oh, and I see our love
See our love turn to rust"




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