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Jericho's strange, throbbing with life at its heart - |
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people are drawn together, simultaneously torn apart.... |
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Foundations are shattered in the city |
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inside the barricaded doors; |
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hiding behind their walls, lonely as night falls, |
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maybe the people are waiting for trumpets. |
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Babylon's strange, seventh wonder of the earth - |
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gardens ablaze in colour, slowly rotting in the dirt |
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and, with your head on fire, you can't really see. |
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The hanging gardens sing, |
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but with a hollow ring : |
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the life is false, it's killing me.... |
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Don't look back or you'll turn to stone; |
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look around before your life is overgrown |
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with concrete slabs. |
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On your back the searching eyes that stab |
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between chintz curtains, glinting, |
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but never owning to a name... |
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like the inmates of asylums |
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all the citizens are contagiously insane.... |
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Atlantis is strange, the explosion of an age - |
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no-one really knows what to do, |
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and the city is a cage. |
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It traps in ashen hours and concrete towers, |
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imprisons in the social order. |
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The city's lost its way, |
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madness takes hold today... |
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I can't live under water. |