Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
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You fucking give me the creeps
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You fucking give me the creeps
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I've never known another city to burn
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Face down in the bottom of a river
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Swimming with the dead makes me want to shiver
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If you really wanna know, I'd rather just drown alone
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Clay fingers reaching for the ceiling
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Once numb, now tingling with feeling
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You'll see in the end that nothing really gets away
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And I'd give it all just to be with you
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Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
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You fucking give me the creeps
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You fucking give me the creeps
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I've never known another city to burn
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You took back the mud from which you're made
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And threw it at me like a fucking grenade
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You keep cutting my throat, then you ask me if I'm feelin ok
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This city is just like any other
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They keep blowing it up, then building up another
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If you look in the hole, you'll see it ain't going away
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And I'd give it all away just to be with you
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Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
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You fucking give me the creeps
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You fucking give me the creeps
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I've never known another city to burn
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City to burn
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Mesopotamia
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