| You said secure in time, on it traditions made
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| And never wondering where or when the signal may come
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| If we don’t seek out knowledge to be greater men
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| When the rain starts falling gonna dry before we get our feet wet
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| We build our ivory towers to protect us from the flood
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| A fleet of vessels made of wood so they won’t rust
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| But can’t we see the bottom of the bottle when we start to drink?
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| There’s fire on the mountain, fire and it’s coming our way
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| Can we pick the pieces up
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| We’re mending Babylon, try to write the wrong
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| Can we pick the pieces up
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| Live, learn, life, love, die, dust, gone
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| There’s fire on the mountain
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| Can we pick the pieces up
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| We’re mending Babylon, try to write the wrong
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| Can we pick the pieces up
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| Live, learn, life, love, die, dust, gone |