| Jericho’s strange, throbbing with life at its heart —
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| People are drawn together, simultaneously torn apart…
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| Foundations are shattered in the city
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| Inside the barricaded doors;
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| Hiding behind their walls, lonely as night falls
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| Maybe the people are waiting for trumpets
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| Babylon’s strange, seventh wonder of the earth —
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| Gardens ablaze in colour, slowly rotting in the dirt
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| And, with your head on fire, you can’t really see
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| The hanging gardens sing
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| But with a hollow ring:
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| The life is false, it’s killing me…
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| Don’t look back or you’ll turn to stone;
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| Look around before your life is overgrown
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| With concrete slabs
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| On your back the searching eyes that stab
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| Between chintz curtains, glinting
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| But never owning to a name…
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| Like the inmates of asylums
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| All the citizens are contagiously insane…
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| Atlantis is strange, the explosion of an age —
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| No-one really knows what to do
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| And the city is a cage
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| It traps in ashen hours and concrete towers
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| Imprisons in the social order
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| The city’s lost its way
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| Madness takes hold today…
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| I can’t live under water |