I don`t make
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Cash from the belly-ache (?)
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I don`t charge for the
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Words from my heart.
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I call the shots,
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Ten out of ten again,
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I`ve seen it all,
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Right from the start.
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Burn, Burn Babylon!
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So Wake Up, Wake Up, Children!
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I see fire,
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Brought by the winds of change.
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I sense pain,
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From the depths of my heart.
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I`m all wired,
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Fired up for better days (?)
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I saw stars
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Right from the start.
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Burn, Burn Babylon!
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So Wake Up, Wake Up, Children!
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Babylon
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| Pop Will Eat Itself |
