| Head south, follow your white lie
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| Before you see it, there is no return
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| Word south you live in flight-by
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| Before you know it, got your fingers burnt
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| You can’t hold this thing in your hand
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| I try to speak but you never ever understand
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| You can’t stop from falling down
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| You try to run for a life on the underground
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| Head south follow the red light
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| Before you know it, lost the things you weren’t
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| Word south, you’re living mad lies
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| Can’t take watching the chances burn
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| You can’t hold this thing in your hand
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| I try to speak but you never ever understand
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| You can’t stop from falling down
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| You try to run for a life on the underground
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| You lie for a loser
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| You cry for the one that got away
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| You’re running now
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| After all
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| Is said and done, lost to one
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| The stone of judgement has been cast
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| Stand to fall
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| Sound the guns of Babylon
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| A losing battle that won’t last
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| For a prisoner of the past
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| (spoken)
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| You lie for a loser
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| You cry for the one that got away
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| You’re running now
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| After all
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| Is said and done, lost to one
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| The stone of judgement has been cast
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| Stand to fall
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| Sound the guns of Babylon
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| A losing battle that won’t last
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| For a prisoner of the past
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| After all
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| Is said and done, lost to one
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| The stone of judgement has been cast
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| Stand to fall
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| Sound the guns of Babylon
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| A losing battle that won’t last
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| For a prisoner of the past
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| When you go now
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| Gonna keep 'em running |