| Downtown I walk
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| Through New York City so hot
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| The summer swelter melting
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| Got things on my mind right now
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| In the alleys that I take
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| They just don’t give up an inch
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| I turned and saw it all
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| I watched him fall
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| I tried to catch him
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| But they knocked me out cold too
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| «Babylon» he cried
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| The cost in flesh and blood is rising high
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| Things are falling apart, it all seems
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| Bleeding in the gutter
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| The waste of random acts of violence
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| Where’s the Savior to rescue our dreams?
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| Desperation’s crawling
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| We’re victims of a world that’s gone so wrong!
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| Hours later when I woke
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| I was lying in some darkened basement rescue mission
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| They’re tending to my needs and my wounds
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| They were such a sorry lot
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| The very bottom of the social ladder
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| I just caught myself before I cried
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| They’ve nothing at all
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| But they’re the only ones there to help
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| Eden’s sin’s alive
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| Stalking me, stalking everyone
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| Things are falling apart, it all seems
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| Tears that speak in volumes
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| The eyes of all these hopeless people
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| Where’s the Savior to rescue our dreams?
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| Desperation’s crawling
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| On victims of a power-hungry world! |