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I hear your heartbeat but youand're never there
like a mirage, you haunt me everywhere
all day long
i burn for you, lonely in the night
i tried to live alone, but i just canand't get it right
yaand' know that, this townand's like a painted desert
dead heat, movinand' in the city
iand'm lost in a painted desert
in a painted desert without you
Iand've done some thinkinand', now that youand're not here
i know your reasons, and theyand're still not clear
all iand'm sure of is what i got to lose
i tried to be a better loser, but itand's just no use
Yaand' know that this townand's like a painted desert
dead heat, movinand' in the city
iand'm lost in a painted desert
in a painted desert without you
Walkinand' in the sundown, i search in vain
waitinand' on the wind that whispers out your name
through concrete canyons echoing a world of other faces
no direction looks like home
where is my oasis?
Yaand' know that this townand's like a painted desert
dead heat, movinand' in the city
iand'm lost in a painted desert
in a painted desert without you
in a painted desert without you
where is my oasis?
From the album andquot;tropicoandquot;
written by: neil geraldo and myron grombacher
Pat Benatar
Painted Desert
Painted Desert
I hear your heartbeat but youand're never there
like a mirage, you haunt me everywhere
all day long
i burn for you, lonely in the night
i tried to live alone, but i just canand't get it right
yaand' know that, this townand's like a painted desert
dead heat, movinand' in the city
iand'm lost in a painted desert
in a painted desert without you
Iand've done some thinkinand', now that youand're not here
i know your reasons, and theyand're still not clear
all iand'm sure of is what i got to lose
i tried to be a better loser, but itand's just no use
Yaand' know that this townand's like a painted desert
dead heat, movinand' in the city
iand'm lost in a painted desert
in a painted desert without you
Walkinand' in the sundown, i search in vain
waitinand' on the wind that whispers out your name
through concrete canyons echoing a world of other faces
no direction looks like home
where is my oasis?
Yaand' know that this townand's like a painted desert
dead heat, movinand' in the city
iand'm lost in a painted desert
in a painted desert without you
in a painted desert without you
where is my oasis?
From the album andquot;tropicoandquot;
written by: neil geraldo and myron grombacher
