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For all the spires |
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This city raised |
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You'd think |
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This is a holy place |
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The shadow of a cross descends |
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But it's swallowed by the haze |
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You never sleep do you? |
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Always pouring smoke into |
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The atmosphere |
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What happens here |
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Stays with us till the grave |
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Wisdom cries out |
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In the streets |
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But the sirens |
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Are singing us to sleep |
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They're so loud |
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That I can't think |
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I hear voices |
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But I just can't tell |
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And when we're dead |
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The city prevails |
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Countless walk the open streets |
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With shackles chained |
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Around their feet |
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Wisdom says to fly away |
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But they cannot see their wings |
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Water, water everywhere |
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But not a drop |
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That I would dare |
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Drink and so we think we'll go |
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Imbibe the filthy air |
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Wisdom cries out |
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In the streets |
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But the sirens |
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Are singing us to sleep |
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They're so loud |
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That I can't think |
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I hear voices |
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But I just can't tell |
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And when we're dead |
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The city prevails |
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Don't be silent, God |
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Don't be silent |
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Please, don't be silent |
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Or I will fall |
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Into the world |
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I will fall |
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Into the world |
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Don't be silent |
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Please, God |
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Don't be silent |
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Don't be silent |
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Please, God |
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Don't be silent |
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Or I will fall |
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Into the world |
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Or I will fall |
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Into the world |
