All the temples of Babylon are closing down, closing down.
Horsemen of the Apocalypse; they're gaining ground, gaining ground.
All of God's tears; they're pouring down, pouring down.
Everything passes, it's true;
Things fall apart, yes they do.
But as long as I'm living,
Girl, I will always love you.
All the temples of Babylon are closing down, closing down.
My friend Lazarus, he's all around, all around.
The real people, they're leaving town, leaving town.
Everything passes, it's true,
Things fall apart, yes they do.
But as long as I'm living,
Girl, I will always love you.
Old Beezlebub, he wears a crown, wears a crown.
The truth these days, it's lost and found, lost and found.
The poor crimminals: they can't get out, they can't get out.
Everything passes, it's true;
Things fall apart, yes they do.
But as long as I'm living,
Girl, I will always love you.
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