| Deep in the heart of stone
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| The walls are cold and scarred
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| Where the phantom, shadow figures are
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| Down by the gates, there sang a lark
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| She comes at the break of dawn
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| The rays fall on her dress
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| You know, she used to be a silhouette
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| Deep in the heart of stone
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| And everyday, she comes to say
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| «Look up, look at the dawn»
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| Yes, I escaped the shadows once
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| I listened to His Son
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| But they say
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| Look how she goes
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| She gave herself away
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| Her crown, her throne
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| Like a fool, like a renegade
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| Now wasting her days and her better youth
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| On tricks and charades, but we see right through
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| Look how she goes
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| Deep in the heart of stone
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| No fire, no flame, no spark
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| Can overtake or tame the dark
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| Of freedom, they’re very fond
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| Sing along, three cheers for Babylon
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| She goes at the break of dawn
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| In that same sun-golden dress
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| You know, she’s waiting for the silhouette
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| Then sang the nightingale
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| And everyday, she comes to say
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| «Look up, look at the dawn
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| Yes, I escaped the darkness once
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| I heard and sang along
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| But no one sang along»
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| They say
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| Look how she goes
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| She gave herself away
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| A desert rose
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| What a delusional run-away
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| Got stars in her hair, walks on the moon
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| It’s a moonlight mirage, but we see right through
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| Look how she goes
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| And down by the gates, a dove
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| Sang with the girl
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| And suddenly the song heard the morning call
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| They held with their eyes the dawn
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| And three cheers for Babylon
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| Sounded strange as they turned to say…
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| Look how she goes
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| She gave herself away
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| No heart of stone
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| We’ve been fools, we’ve been renegades
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| Now wasting our days, and the better youth
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| On these tricks and charades, now we see right through
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| Look how she goes (she gave herself away)
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| Look how she goes
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| Look how she goes |