How much more must I pour out to tip the scales in my favor
Desert weather got me light as a feather and sharp as a razor
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I dance around the outskirts of ideas
New developments pull me in gradually
Slowly fan the flames of inspiration
I burned the blueprints all to casually
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I see towns, cities and civilizations from my mountain summit view
If they only knew how monsters, myths and legends were unmistakably true
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