| Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
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| You fucking give me the creeps
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| You fucking give me the creeps
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| I’ve never known another city to burn
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| Face down in the bottom of a river
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| Swimming with the dead makes me want to shiver
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| If you really wanna know, I’d rather just drown alone
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| Clay fingers reaching for the ceiling
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| Once numb, now tingling with feeling
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| You’ll see in the end that nothing really gets away
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| And I’d give it all just to be with you
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| Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
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| You fucking give me the creeps
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| You fucking give me the creeps
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| I’ve never known another city to burn
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| You took back the mud from which you’re made
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| And threw it at me like a fucking grenade
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| You keep cutting my throat, then you ask me if I’m feelin ok This city is just like any other
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| They keep blowing it up, then building up another
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| If you look in the hole, you’ll see it ain’t going away
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| And I’d give it all away just to be with you
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| Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
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| You fucking give me the creeps
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| You fucking give me the creeps
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| I’ve never known another city to burn
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| City to burn |