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My throat was dry, the burning sand; the scent of violet... I knew what it was, the scent of violet I knew what it was, no cross left to bear No cross left to bear... There I awoke on my back, asking myself the same question; pushing myself beyond my existence... Rise, rise Rise, rise Magic show Magic show Magic show Magic show Rise, rise Rise, rise There, I would roam with my dog, Tequila, asking myself the same question; pushing myself beyond my existence... Rise, rise Rise, rise Magic show Magic show Magic show Magic show Rise, rise Rise, rise Rise, rise Rise, rise