There has to be someone else in this city. There has to be someone alive in this city. I know when I see him I wont recognize his face But I'm glad there's someone alive in this city. Two-thousand years. Two-thousand years. We lived this strangely for two-thousand years. But Babylon is a state of mind. Do you understand that, or not? Why did we live this strangely for two-thousand years? And this city, it's Babylon And we live, it's Babylon I hear voices, they sing for me But all around us is Babylon ....
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