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By Babylon Whores, If a tree falls downDoes it make a soundIf there's
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By Babylon Whores, "Oh rose, thou art sickThe invisible worm that flies in
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By Babylon Whores, Need me a bar on an alleywayDeath on a pale
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By Babylon Whores, Shiny like marble kissed by seaSome Castaneda dreamsBy William Burroughs
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By Babylon Whores, Given to crescent moonChaldean echoes of spectral gloomLike a pen
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By Babylon Whores, One smile for love, one smile for hate
And one
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By Babylon Whores, On the first of May
Toads grow fat on stolen
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By Babylon Whores, Kings adored, abhorred
Apple, crown and sword
Lions green and red
By fire
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By Babylon Whores, HELL ABLOOM
She would lie upon the bed and stare
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By Babylon Whores, How high the Sun
For the Lovers, for the Moon
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By Babylon Whores, Deep flows the stream
Beneath the hills of Occident
Dark as blood
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By Babylon Whores, Oh do not wish for a thing
'Lest the gods punish
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By Babylon Whores, I took my fire upon a mountainTo mock all truth
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By Babylon Whores, DarlingThere is an angelTo teach you seeWith the eyes of
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By Babylon Whores, In Arcadia egoTwisted the rose did growSucked up the sap
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By Babylon Whores, For want of an angelFor all the lead that you
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By Babylon Whores, Under the seaDead cities in the darkDreaming themselves to beAlive
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By Babylon Whores, Down on the streetThe night is a whore for dreams
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By Babylon Whores, Oh well hey What did you learn today
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By Babylon Whores, Apples and silver bear the trees of paradise Visions
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By Babylon Whores, Oh my old friend How did we get so
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By Babylon Whores, Ashen the world creates itself Up the branches down
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By Babylon Whores, Tune on Tune in And drop out
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By Babylon Whores, Well hail Caesar Horses in the Senate Where
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By Babylon Whores, All of the battles lost and won All of
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By Babylon Whores, Two feet have IPillars of putrid meatStanding so tall among
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By Babylon Whores, I am all alone / Curled up on the kitchen
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By Babylon Whores, She`s kinda cool / Like Third Reich paraphenalia / I
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By Babylon Whores, I want to be high
As the suns that shine
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By Babylon Whores, Well thereÂ's a cat in the cradle / A man
