| Behold the tower
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| Brick by brick we raise it Upward to the sky
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| To reach the heights of heaven
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| And beyond
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| With eyes of fire and burning pride
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| Our power cannot be denied
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| So God Himself can look
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| At what we’ve done
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| Questioning my own intent and motive
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| Babel, are you really all that far away?
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| Sometimes I wonder what we’d do If the applause had died
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| And we found ourselves performing
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| To an empty hall upon an empty stage
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| The eyes of God, or the eyes of man?
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| No one can serve two masters
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| In opposing masterplans
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| But we go our way
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| And keep climbing higher and higher
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| But farther to fall
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| And we build all our strongholds
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| Behind all our walls
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| But we stand on the threshold
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| Of losing it all
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| All the glory we crave
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| All the towers we raise
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| All the pride we build up to the sky
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| When the vanity fades
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| The illusion gives way to a tower
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| Of ashes and lies
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| Still we seek to build our towers higher and higher
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| Sometimes when we think
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| We’re so high
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| The only way to go is down
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| When it is our pride that takes us Higher and higher
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| We watch our towers crumble
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| And in helplessness we hit the ground
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| Higher and higher
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| But farther to fall
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| And we build all our strongholds
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| Behind all our walls
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| But we stand on the threshold
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| Of losing it all
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| All the glory we crave
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| All the towers we raise
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| All the pride we build up to the sky
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| When the vanity fades
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| The illusion gives way to a tower
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| Of ashes and lies |