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Voices Of Babylon

Hit the message, I can hear you calling

No one's going anywhere tonight

We conceived a modern generation

It was free but now we pay the priceWe're the victims of our own creation

Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white

Watch the struggle of our temptation

Instincts barely keeping us aliveBack to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon, streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well

Space and time removed too soon to tellJust a product of imagination

Patiently we wait for our turn to come

A small collection of the population

By the time our number's up, we could be goneBack to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon, streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well

Space and time removed too soon to tellBack to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon, streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well

Space and time removed too soon to tellBack to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon, streets of London-town

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JOHN FREDRICK SPINKSPublished by

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