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Santa Maria, choose your children
Santa Maria, virgin child
All our wars over you we are fighting
And our time, faith justifying
Brother caged, Babylon will fall
Sister chained and bound, beaten and bleeding
The TV's on, to me this explains it
Wearing a tie like Daddy speaks it
Screaming from the Minarets
And later on we'll all be dying
Screaming from the Minarets
Yes indeed, I'm making faces
Rain on the ground in a space
God has grown
Alone 'til a man looking glass in his hand
He is holding up to you
What you see
What you see
What you see
What you see is human
What you see
What you see
What you see
What you see is human
What you see
What you see
What you see
What you see is human, yeah
Screaming from the Minarets
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