Babylon

Born and Raised in Babylon

Can't adjust, Can't break away

My soul was sold before I even touched down
I tracked down some pieces, the rest is nowhere to be found

I might waste my time, I might skate on thin ice
But all I can think of is to kill this compromise



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Berglund, Henning Furst, Henning Nils Furst
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