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 The holy city breathed

 Like a dying man

 It moved with hopeful tears

 With the tears of the blind

 And on and on as the night drew in

 Through broken streets that sucked me in

 My feet were bare and cut with stones

 With walking to the promised land

2 x

 I pushed through crowds, through seas of prayer

 Through twisting hands and choking air

 A vulture at the wailing wall

 I circled, waiting

 And on and on as the night drew in

 Through broken streets that sucked me in

 My feet were bare and cut with stones

 With walking to the promised land

4 x