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When the coast of California |
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sinks into the ocean |
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and the ice poles are water |
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and England's green and pleasant land |
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is all desert sand |
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no one will answer you when you call |
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when even the farthest stars |
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start collapsing |
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back to the beginning |
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and there's no room for heaven |
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when the world is an old man with no time for the future |
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will love mean a thing? |
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does love mean a thing now anyway? |
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make me a drink Caroline |
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tall and icy |
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who can sleep with all of this noise? |
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thank you Caroline |
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Caroline goodnight! |
