J. Spinks
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Hit the message I can hear you calling
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No one's going anywhere tonight
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We conceived a modern generation
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It was free but now we pay the price
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We're the victims of our own creation
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Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
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Watch the struggle of our temptation
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Instincts barely keeping us alive
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(Chorus)
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Back to the rhythm that we all came from
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Voices of Babylon streets of London
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Back to the people that we know so well
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A space in time removed too soon to tell
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Just a product of imagination
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Patiently we wait for out turn to come
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A small collection of the population
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By the time our numbers up we could be gone
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(Chorus)
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Back to the rhythm that we all came from
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Voices of Babylon streets of London - Town
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Voices of Babylon
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