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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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