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I say green is the colour, it's the colour of our land |
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It was painted, created by his hand |
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Say what's the master plan to save the promised land |
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And who'll, who'll heal her wounds, for us and our children |
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Let me tell you now |
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We're the reason why there'll be no birds up in the sky |
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We got to put our hands together cos we're running out of time |
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(CHORUS) |
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We've got to stop it now, we've got to try |
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We've got to stop it now, we've got to try |
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The land and the seas, these are the beauties that bleed |
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The skies that are weeping |
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But what about the mouths that need feeding |
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Let me tell you now |
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We're the reason why there'll be no birds up in the sky |
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We got to put our hands together cos we're running out of time |
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(CHORUS) |
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We've got to stop it now, we've got to try |
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We've got to stop it now, we've got to try |
