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    Jericho's strange, throbbing with life at its heart :
    people are drawn together, simultaneously torn apart...
    Foundations are shattered in the city
    inside the barricaded doors -----
    hiding behind their walls, lonely as night falls,
    maybe the people are waiting for trumpets....

    Babylon's strange, seventh wonder of the earth :
    gardens ablaze in colour, slowly rotting in the dirt
    and, with your head on fire, you know you can't really see.
    The hanging gardens sing,
    but with a hollow ring :
    the life is false, its killing me....

    Don't look back, or you'll turn to stone;
    look around before your life is overgrown
    with concrete slabs!
    On your back the searching eyes that stab
    between chintz curtains, glinting,
    but never owning to a name -------
    like the inmates of asylums
    all the citizens are contagiously
    insane....

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    Atlantis is strange, the explosion of an age :
    no-one really knows what to do, and the city
    is a cage.
    It traps in ashen hours and concrete towers,
    imprisons in the social order :
    the city's lost its way,
    madness takes hold today...

    I can't live under water.

    I can't live under water.

    I can't live under water.

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    Composition: Peter Hammill

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