Voices of Babylon Lyrics

	作曲 : Spinks
	J. Spinks
	Hit the message
	I can hear you calling
	No one's going anywhere tonight
	We conceived a modern generation
	It was free but now we pay the price
	We're the victims of our own creation
	Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
	Watch the struggle of our temptation
	Instincts barely keeping us alive (Chorus)
	Back to the rhythm that we all came from
	Voices of
	Babylon streets of
	London Back to the people that we know so well
	A space in time removed too soon to tell
	Just a product of imagination
	Patiently we wait for out turn to come
	A small collection of the population
	By the time our numbers up we could be gone (Chorus)
	Back to the rhythm that we all came from
	Voices of
	Babylon streets of
	London - Town

	zuo qu : Spinks
	J. Spinks
	Hit the message
	I can hear you calling
	No one' s going anywhere tonight
	We conceived a modern generation
	It was free but now we pay the price
	We' re the victims of our own creation
	Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
	Watch the struggle of our temptation
	Instincts barely keeping us alive Chorus
	Back to the rhythm that we all came from
	Voices of
	Babylon streets of
	London Back to the people that we know so well
	A space in time removed too soon to tell
	Just a product of imagination
	Patiently we wait for out turn to come
	A small collection of the population
	By the time our numbers up we could be gone Chorus
	Back to the rhythm that we all came from
	Voices of
	Babylon streets of
	London Town

	zuò qǔ : Spinks
	J. Spinks
	Hit the message
	I can hear you calling
	No one' s going anywhere tonight
	We conceived a modern generation
	It was free but now we pay the price
	We' re the victims of our own creation
	Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
	Watch the struggle of our temptation
	Instincts barely keeping us alive Chorus
	Back to the rhythm that we all came from
	Voices of
	Babylon streets of
	London Back to the people that we know so well
	A space in time removed too soon to tell
	Just a product of imagination
	Patiently we wait for out turn to come
	A small collection of the population
	By the time our numbers up we could be gone Chorus
	Back to the rhythm that we all came from
	Voices of
	Babylon streets of
	London Town

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