| Every night I see a mysterious land
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| Where evil forces and angels arise from the sand
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| Every night these visions remind me of something
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| And when I make up in the morning they are gone with
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| The wind
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| All the pain and the cries of a starving old woman are
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| Still in my head
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| They are still in my heart
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| All the pain and the cries of a sacrificed child are
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| Still in my head
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| They are steel in my heart
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| I’m just a victim of my illusions
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| I’m just a victim of the ghost of Babylon
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| Ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh
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| I’m just a victim of the ghosts of Babylon
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| Am I dreaming or is it reality?
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| Now I smell the perfume of oriental flowers
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| I can feel the power and the victory
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| And I see the spirits dancing around the towers
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| What have I been in the past?
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| Was I killer or the preacher?
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| What have I done in the past?
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| Have I loved the cold of the night?
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| Mystic places are alive where the Euphrates and the
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| Tigris collide
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| They are still in my head
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| They are still in my heart
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| I’m just a victim of my illusions
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| I’m just a victim of the ghost of Babylon
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| Ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh
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| I’m just a victim of the ghosts of Babylon |