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Iznik (Turkish: İznik), formerly Nicaea (Greek: Νίκαια), is a town and an administrative district in the Province of Bursa, Turkey. The town lies in a fertile basin at the eastern end of Lake İznik, bounded by ranges of hills to the north and south. As the crow flies the town is only 90 km southeast of Istanbul but by road it is 200 km around the Gulf of Izmit. It is 80 km by road from Bursa.
The town is situated with its west wall rising from the lake itself, providing both protection from siege from that direction, as well as a source of supplies which would be difficult to cut off. The lake is large enough that it cannot be blockaded from the land easily, and the city was large enough to make any attempt to reach the harbour from shore-based siege weapons very difficult.
The city was surrounded on all sides by 5 km (3 mi) of walls about 10 m (33 ft) high. These were in turn surrounded by a double ditch on the land portions, and also include over 100 towers in various locations. Large gates on the three landbound sides of the walls provided the only entrance to the city.
All Eyes on the system placed before you.
no time for an explanation.
Deceitful, why we dancing
if you listen
close enough
doesn't it feel, like a broken record.
Slicing through the skin
the sound has been over played and overrated
but the dance shop takes a long time dont it
we go round and round.
forget the heart, the life, the sting, the stage, the sound.
we go all round, this way
I quess the powers that we will see
it's time to make, our dicision and if you listen
close enough.
doesn't it feel, like a broken record.
Slicing through the skin
the sound has been over played and overrated
and do I excist to satisfy you
and satisfy nothing
Im right here and I hoping to be something,
to mean something to somebody at all.
but it's the same old song, one dance
with the same old song.
same old song, same old song, same old song, it's the same old song
same old song, same old song, same old song, it's the same old song
doesn't it feel like a broken record, a broken record.
I excist to satisfy you to satisfy nothing.
fear stares the wrong ways.
but right know Im hoping to be something
to mean someting to somebody at all.