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My horizon: |
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Jet-black mountain, crumbling into the sea |
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Little city, you're still so young |
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But you got so dirty |
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Hey old ocean, are you still holding on? |
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You look so sad and empty |
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Fires burning, forest falling |
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Forevergreen, forevergone |
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I'll say a prayer for the trees by the side of the road |
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For the deer in the headlights, and the ashes, of the fires still growing |
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And I'll say goodbye to the life of the aquamarine |
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To the catch of the day, and moonlight swimming |
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The heat on my back |
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Like two hands more likely to give than to receive |
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Standing on the side of the highway |
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Taking shelter in the shade of the last big tree for miles around |
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There are fires burning for miles around |
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Ashes to the ground. |
