Horse With No Name (America)                          and the perfect disguise above. Under the cities  
                                                      lies a heart made of ground, but the humans will  
(starts on 'B')                                       give no love                                      
                                                                                                        
On the first part of the journey, I was looking       [chorus]                                          
at all the life. There were plants and birds and                                                        
rocks and things, there were sand and hills and                                                         
rings.                                                                                                  
                                                                                                        
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz and                                                         
the sky with no clouds. The heat was hot and the                                                        
ground was dry, but the air was full of sound.                                                          
                                                                                                        
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    I've been through the desert on a                                                                   
    horse with no name, it felt good to be                                                              
    out of the rain. In the desert you                                                                  
    can't remember your name, 'cause there                                                              
    ain't no one for to give you no pain.                                                               
                                                                                                        
la la, la, la-la la-la, la la-la la, la la  (x2)                                                        
                                                                                                        
After two days in the desert sun my skin began                                                          
to turn red. After three days in the desert fun                                                         
I was looking at a river bed, and the story it                                                          
told of a river that flowed made me sad to think                                                        
it was dead.                                                                                            
                                                                                                        
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After nine days, I let the horse run free 'cause                                                        
the desert had turned to sea. There were plants                                                         
and birds and rocks and things, there were sand                                                         
and hills and rings.                                                                                    
                                                                                                        
The ocean is a desert with its life underground,