| We’re a tattered flag where the mighty fell
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| We’re a rusty coin in the wishing well
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| We’re the only lie that you couldn’t sell
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| Babylon
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| We’re a sad parade on a cemetery road
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| We’re a thin black veil and pine box rose
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| We’re a lasting man and a cold ride home
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| Babylon
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| Babylon, look at what we’ve come to
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| Oh, babylon, tell me where to run to
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| Now that you’re gone
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| Where did we go wrong, babylon?
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| We’re the magic spell that nobody spoke
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| We’re a blindfold kill, taking one last smoke
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| We’re a damn punchline to a stupid joke
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| Babylon, yeah, yeah
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| Babylon, look at what we’ve come to
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| Oh, babylon, tell me where to run to
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| Now that you’re gone
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| Where did we go wrong, babylon?
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| Did you turn around and watch it crumble?
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| Do you ever go through the rubble?
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| Trying to find out where the hell it went wrong
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| Babylon, look at what we’ve come to
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| Oh, babylon, tell me where to run to
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| Now that you’re gone
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| Where did we go wrong, babylon?
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| Did you turn around and watch it crumble?
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| Do you ever go through the rubble?
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| Or is that just too much trouble?
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| For you, babylon
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| Do you ever stop and think about me?
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| Tell me how you even breathe without me?
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| I don’t know how to go on without you
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| Babylon, babylon |