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Voices Of Babylon - The Outfield

Hit the message I can hear you callin'

No one's goin' anywhere tonight

We conceived a modern generation

It was free but now we pay the price

We're the victims of our own creation

Chasin' rainbows that are painted black or white

Watch the struggle of our own temptation

Instincts barely keepin' us alive

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 imagilation

Patiently we wait for our turn to come

A small collection of the population

By the time our numbers are up we could be gone

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

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

Back to the rhythm that we all came from

Voices of Babylon streets of London town