| If I was the son of God
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| I’d live alone nude in the wilderness
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| The animals would speak to me
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| And approach me without hesitation
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| The birds would sing to scarecrows
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| In circadian rhythm
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| Inside the garden of desperation
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| A voice could be heard
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| And all the plastic politician devils cry
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| As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground
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| Whatever happened to a quiet simple life?
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| Innocence is lost as we near our final day
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| Deep in the forest
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| The apparitions are all in attendance
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| Phantoms and specters
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| Converge in silence under the moonlight
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| Behind this illusion
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| Is a union of theanthropism
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| Inside the garden of desperation
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| A voice could be heard
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| And all the plastic politician devils cry
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| As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground
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| Whatever happened to a quiet simple life?
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| Innocence is lost as we near our final day
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| Falling bombs on Babylon
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| What a perfect ending to it all
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| Falling bombs on Babylon
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| What a perfect ending to it all
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| And all the plastic politician devils cry
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| As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground
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| Whatever happened to a quiet simple life?
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| Innocence is lost as we near our final
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| Innocence is lost as we near our final day |