I walked the heat of seven hills
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Endless talk of losing wills
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Great highways in a constant melt
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Men and women and children all have overbuilt
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Buying bread and paying for none
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Creatures of a waning sun
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Teacher's hands are overrun
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Clowns and gypsies have all but gone
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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Freedoms etched on Sacred pillars
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Hollow stones of mindless filler
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Can lead to madman oil drillers
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Won't be long before we all are killers
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Little boy lost way up the mountains
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Cities drowning under boiling fountains
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I dreamed of chilly, sunlit days
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I was trembling in a golden haze
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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Celebrate the golden cow
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Praise the bloated bank account
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If there's a god where is he now
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The precipice is slipping further out
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Sanskrit message from the mounts
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Leave your possession, hope abounds
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There's nothing here for you to cry about
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We're all just followers from here on out
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I take the stage, I walk the planks
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I sing these songs with little thanks
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I wait for shouts from crazy cranks
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I stand amidst the brown shirt ranks
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I found my way to alexandria
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Where gurus bubble up on gangea
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Scavengers, they run up and hand ya
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All the junk that should have damned ya
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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If everything in life was free
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You'd float in your own reverie
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The things that you could never see
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seal the gap between you and me
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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You make me wanna
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Shine over Babylon
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Shine Over Babylon
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| Sheryl Crow |
