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We built the walls so high
To kiss the modern sky But
when the towers bend
Whose hand is at the end?
If God bless
America
Then God bless
Babylon
Raise up
the silver cup
Until the gold
is gone
We trade in neon dreams And
quiet, heavy schemes But every crown
must rust And settle in the
dust
God bless Babylon
Bless
the rise and the fall