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Mesopotamia, |
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Mesopotamia |
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You ****ing give me the creeps |
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You ****ing 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, |
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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, |
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Mesopotamia |
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You ****ing give me the creeps |
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You ****ing 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 ****ing grenade |
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You keep cutting my throat, then you ask me if |
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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, |
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Mesopotamia |
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You ****ing give me the creeps |
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You ****ing give me the creeps |
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I've never known another city to burn |
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City to burn |
