I walked the heat of seven hills
Endless talk of losing wills
Great highways in a constant melt
Men and women and children all have overbuilt
Buying bread and paying for none
Creatures of a waning sun
Teacher´s hands are overrun
Clowns and gypsies have all but gone
You make me wanna
Shine over Babylon
women
wills
where
wanna
waning
walked
trembling
there
teacher
stones
sanskrit
pillars
shine
fountains
further
constant
cities
children
great
sunlit
overrun
madman
chilly
babylon
abounds
bread
freedoms
endless
bloated
under
hills
before
golden
etched
slipping
followers
buying
filler
celebrate
gypsies
sacred
hands
highways
seven
account
precipice
hollow
praise
overbuilt
paying
mindless
killers
leave
little
losing
creatures
possessions
dreamed
about
message
clowns
mountains
nothing
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