HEAT OF THE DESERT
DUST SETTLES ON MY FACE
WITHOUT A COMPASS
THE SOLDIER KNOWS NO DISGRACE
OUT OF THE ASHES
THE EAGLE RISES STILL
FREEDOM IS CALLING
TO ALL MEN WHO BEND THEIR WILL
Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now
Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now; Sad rn