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'Voices of Babylon'
We're the victims of our own creation Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white Watch the struggle of our own temptation Instinct barely keeping us alive
[CHORUS:] Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon, streets of London Back to the people that we know so well A space in time removed too soon to tell
Just a product of imagination Patiently, we wait for our time to come Small collection of the population By the time our number's up, we could be gone
(Repeat CHORUS)
Back to the rhythm that we all came from Voices of Babylon, streets of London-Town
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