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The cats are in the flower bed |
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A red hawk rides the sky |
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I guess I should be happy |
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Just to be alive |
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But we have poisoned everything |
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And oblivious to it all |
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The cell phone zombies babble |
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Through the shopping malls |
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While condors fall from |
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Indian skies |
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Whales beach and die in sand |
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Bad dreams are good |
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In the great plan |
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You cannot be trusted |
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Do you even know you're lying |
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It's dangerous to kid yourself |
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You go deaf and dumb and blind |
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You take with such entitlement |
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You give bad attitude |
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You have no grace |
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No empathy, no gratitude |
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You have no sense of consequence |
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Oh, my head is in my hands |
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Bad dreams are good |
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In the great plan |
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Before that altering apple |
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We were one with everything |
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No sense of self and other |
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No self-consciousness |
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But now we have to grapple |
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With our man-made world backfiring |
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Keeping one eye on our brother's |
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Deadly selfishness |
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Everyone's a victim |
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Nobody's hands are clean |
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There's so very little left of wild |
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Eden Earth |
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So near the jaws of our machines |
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We live in these electric scabs |
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These lesions once were lakes |
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No one knows how to shoulder the blame |
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Or learn from past mistakes |
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So who will come to save the day |
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Mighty Mouse, |
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Superman?Bad dreams are good |
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In the great plan |
