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This is my |
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Earth And |
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I live in it |
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It's one third dirt and two thirds water |
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And it rotates and revolves through space |
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At rather an impressive pace |
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And never even messes up my hair |
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And here's the really weird thing |
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The force created by it's spin |
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Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in |
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This is my |
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Earth And it's fine |
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It's where |
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I spend the vast majority of my time |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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It's not perfect |
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This is my country |
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And I live in it |
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It's pretty big and nice to walk on |
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And the bloke who runs my country |
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Has built a demagoguery |
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And taught us to be fearful and boring |
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And the weirdest thing is that he is |
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Conservative of politics |
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But really rather radical of eyebrows |
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This is my country |
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And it's fine |
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It's where |
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I spend a vast majority of my time |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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It's not perfect |
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This is my house |
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And I live in it |
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It's made of cracks and photographs |
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We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy |
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Who bought it from a guy |
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Whose granddad left it to him |
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And the weirdest thing is that this house |
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Has locks to keep the baddies out |
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But they're mostly used to lock ourselves in |
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This is my house |
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And it's fine |
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It's where |
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I spend a vast majority of my time |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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This is my body |
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And I live in it |
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It's thirty-one and six months old |
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It's changed a lot since it was new |
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It's done stuff it wasn't built to do |
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I often try to fill it up with wine |
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And the weirdest thing about it is |
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I spend so much time hating it |
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But it never says a bad word about me |
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This is my body |
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And it's fine |
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It's where |
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I spend a vast majority of my time |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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It's not perfect |
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This is my brain |
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And I live in it |
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It's made of love and bad song lyrics |
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It's tucked away behind my eyes |
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Where all my screwed up thoughts can hide |
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Cause God forbid |
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I hurt somebody |
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And the weird thing about a mind |
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Is that every answer that |
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I find Is the basis of a brand new cliche |
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This is my brain |
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And it's fine |
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It's where |
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I spend a vast majority of my time |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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It's not perfect |
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I'm not quite sure |
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I've worked out how to work it |
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It's not perfect, but it's mine |
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But it's mine |
