Don't preach lies
Don't hate your foes
One day you'll judge yourself
Harder
Leafing through the morning
Dawn's on me this way its not
I hear you calling
across the sea
Come back sister and stay
Well the wicked wind is coming down
Going to be here
Mesopotamia
Mesopotamia
You made a mess of it didn't you
You made a
There'll be no more hard times no more trouble
No more
Close your eyes
For the end is coming
There's no where left
Once I came upon the midnight
The time is through
And by
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