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Sleep in the cold my dear sons |
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And work in the hellish days |
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One of these years I will be gone |
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But the tower will live forever |
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Ziggurat, ziggurat, ziggurat all mine |
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Say with love how your life is a worthless dream |
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Bow your heads, little sons, and submit to me |
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With feet in the air I swallow wine |
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And let myself unwind |
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I pass the hours in a foggy dream |
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My life's a mighty river |
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Ziggurat, ziggurat, ziggurat all mine |
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Say with love how your life is a worthless dream |
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Bow your heads, little sons, and submit to me |
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Pull the ropes and push the stones |
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Hear the crack of breaking bones |
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How I love the sound |
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I command to not defy |
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I control the endless sky |
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And the flame inside the sun |
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Ziggurat |
