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Eleven Days

Give me a place to sleep tonight
As I cross a great divide
The desert spoke to the birds in the sky
Saying "you are you,
and I am I."
 
In the middle of oblivion
There is a gas station
Inside of which an angel resides
With nobody to bathe in her light.
 
Hurry, hurry, gotta shut my eyes
Need some food and fuel
I need something for my mind
 
Gonna chase, chase, chase it down
Race, rest, race
Keep going at this pace
 
Hurry, hurry, gotta shut my eyes
Need some food and fuel
I need something for my mind
 
Gonna chase, chase, chase it down
Race, rest, race
Keep going at this pace
 
At this pace
At this pace for eleven days