How long must we wait?
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Will this be the fate of a familiar past?
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When from these hills
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come the deafening shrills of peace at last
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And he said
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"Son, you're gonna burn
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You're gonna get what you deserve"
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I don't think we've struck a nerve
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What will it take for us to learn
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Your hands are like dust
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As they betray the trust of everyone
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And they all wave goodbye
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As they light up the sky each and every one
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And he said
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"Son, you're gonna burn
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You're gonna get what you deserve"
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I don't think we've struck a nerve
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What will it take for us to learn
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This is a call to everyone
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To sing the song of Babylon
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How long must we wait?
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Will this be the fate of a familiar past?
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When from these hills
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come the deafening shrills
|
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And he said
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"Son, you're gonna burn
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You're gonna get what you deserve"
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I don't think we've struck a nerve
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What will it take for us to learn
|
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And he said
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"Son, you're gonna burn
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You're gonna get what you deserve"
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I don't think we've struck a nerve
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What will it take for us to learn
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Song Of Babylon
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The Briggs |