| Lead me out of the mountains across the plain
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| I can’t multiply again, oh, release me
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| And I will build you two towers with bricks baked in fire
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| And the Godgrudge they’ll inspire, oh, believe me
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| Tear me to pieces, cut me down
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| Raze my two towers to the ground
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| Scatter me north, east, west and south
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| Between the Tigris and Pishon, Euphrates mighty giant
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| Where the Gihon gurgles quiet, my four streams bleed for me
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| My towers glint in the sunlight, they tie me to the plain
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| I won’t lose my way again, oh, believe me
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| Tear me to pieces, cut me down
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| Raze my two towers to the ground
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| Scatter me north, east, west and south
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| Blood flows out of the mountain and seeps across the plain
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| Many people died in vain, oh, believe me
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| So I will build two more towers like Sundials in the west
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| I won’t let these war dogs rest, oh, believe me
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| Tear me to pieces, cut me down
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| Raze my two towers to the ground
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| Scatter me north, east, west and south
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge
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| If my mouth lets out a Godgrudge |