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If the sun vaporized one day |
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And the moon just faded away |
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Would we still, keep going on |
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At this pit of the mining pace |
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Should the birds fall to the ground |
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And the fish die of thirst |
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Would we still keep on living |
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The way it's always been |
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Now if the air could burn my lungs |
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And the earth were only rocks |
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Would it make us stop and realize |
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That we rot, that we can't go on like this |
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Devil, oh, devil |
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Why don't you tell me why |
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I'm a slave in these desperate times |
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In this time that we could almost choose |
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The color of our children's eyes |
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Can we still, keep going on living |
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When the monster turns on us |
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Before the sun doesn't rise one day, huh |
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And the moon just dies away |
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There is one thing |
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(What?) |
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One thing what, uh |
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That we'll never change |
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Is that we're only learning to survive |
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Devil, oh, devil |
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Why don't you tell me why |
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I'm a slave in these desperate times |
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If the sun vaporized one day |
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And the moon just faded away |
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Would we still, keep going on |
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At this pit of the mining pace |
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Should the birds fall to the ground |
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And the fish die of thirst |
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And the earth were only rocks |
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Would we still keep on living |
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The way it's always been |
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Now if the air could burn my lungs |
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And the earth were only rocks |
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Would it make us stop and realize |
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That we can't go on like this |
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Devil, oh, devil |
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Why don't you tell me why |
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I'm a slave in these desperate times |
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Devil, oh, devil |
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Why don't you tell me why |
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I'm a slave in these desperate times |