| I walked the heat of seven hills
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| Endless talk of losing wills
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| Great highways in a constant melt
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| Men and women and children all have overbuilt
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| Buying bread and paying for none
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| Creatures of a waning sun
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| Teacher’s hands are overrun
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| Clowns and gypsies have all but gone
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| You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon
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| You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon
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| Freedoms etched on Sacred pillars
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| Hollow stones of mindless filler
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| Can lead to madman oil drillers
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| Won’t be long before we all are killers
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| Little boy lost way up the mountains
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| Cities drowning under boiling fountains
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| I dreamed of chilly, sunlit days
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| I was trembling in a golden haze
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| You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon
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| You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon
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| Celebrate the golden cow
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| Praise the bloated bank account
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| If there’s a god where is he now
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| The precipice is slipping further out
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| Sanskrit message from the mounts
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| Leave your possession, hope abounds
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| There’s nothing here for you to cry about
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| We’re all just followers from here on out
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| I take the stage, I walk the planks
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| I sing these songs with little thanks
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| I wait for shouts from crazy cranks
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| I stand amidst the brown shirt ranks
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| I found my way to alexandria
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| Where gurus bubble up on gangea
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| Scavengers, they run up and hand ya All the junk that should have damned ya You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon
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| You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon
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| If everything in life was free
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| You’d float in your own reverie
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| The things that you could never see
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| seal the gap between you and me You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon
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| You make me wanna
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| Shine over Babylon |