| Besieged in the battlements of Babylon
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| Still looking for a hat-peg you can hang your head upon —
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| Now you’ve found a place you think is Avalon:
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| You can talk to anyone here
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| You can throw your arms around your nearest neighbour
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| And the smiling ones’ll tell you that you’ve saved her
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| That she’s saved you…
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| They offer the golden promises
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| The instantly divine;
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| You swallow the golden promises
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| Hook, sinker and line
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| If you choose to throw your soul around the attitude
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| Reasoning and independent thought go down the tube
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| As you go slavering after every inane platitude —
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| How weak you find yourself here
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| Do you really need to lose yourself completely?
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| How come you seem to rate it all so cheaply?
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| It’s so weak-kneed
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| To go for the golden promises
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| Mail-order holy vows;
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| You go for the golden promises —
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| I think you really ought to know better by now
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| So I do my best and I do my nut
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| I try to explain all these angles
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| But you turn away
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| Oh, now you’re looking in the white of my eyes
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| And you know what I’m going to say:
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| Don’t go for the golden promises
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| Don’t go for the easy way…
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| It’s right here on the doorstep:
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| Fool’s gold — don’t throw your life away |