The holy city breathed
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Like a dying man
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It moved with hopeful tears
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With the tears of the blind
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And on and on as the night drew in
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Through broken streets
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That sucked me in
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My feet were bare and cut with stones
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With walking to the promised land
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I pushed through crowds
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Through seas of prayer
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Through twisting hands and choking air
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A vulture at the wailing wall
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I circled
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Wailing Wall
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| Cure |
