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So you cut all the tall trees down |
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You poisoned the sky and the sea |
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You've taken what's good from the ground |
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But you left precious little for me |
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You remember the flood and the fall |
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We remember the light on the hill |
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There should be enough for us all |
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But the dollar is driving us still |
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River runs red |
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Black rain falls |
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Dust in my hand |
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River runs red |
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Black rain falls |
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On my bleeding land |
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So we came and conquered and found |
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Richers of commons and kings |
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Who strangled and wrestled the ground |
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But they never put back anything |
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Now I'm trapped like a dog in a cage |
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Wherever the truth is pursued |
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It must be the curse of the age |
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What's taken is never renewed |
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River runs red... |
