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Behold the tower brick by brick we raise it upward to the sky |
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To reach the heights of heaven and beyond |
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With eyes of fire and burning pride our power cannot be denied |
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So God Himself can look 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 to |
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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 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 behind all our walls |
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But we stand on the threshold 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 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 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 behind all our walls |
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But we stand on the threshold 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 of ashes and lies |
