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as we sailed through the clouds over plains of emerald green |
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a million dead unseen we were justifiably proud |
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they saw the doors opening they saw the smothered ground |
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they heard the fire ravaging we thrilled at every sound |
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judges of the night with the calculus of godly might |
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cause the world to weep as we lay your body down to sleep |
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how it all tortures endlessly gone tomorrow the same |
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can you in all humility give all that power a name |
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when the kiss of a feather has worn the mountain down |
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in its annual orbit of the sun |
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when will the suffering cease and do we all deserve our peace |
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(destiny is but to run) |
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will our wealth increase when will we all be released |
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(future's only just begun) |
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but it was not always like this now i gaze with jaundiced eyes |
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on the fruit of our exploitation i stop to wonder why |
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where has it all gone all the time that we won |
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all our lives and all of this waste |
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when will the suffering cease and do we all deserve our peace |
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(destiny is but to run) |
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will our wealth increase when will we all be released |
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(future's only just begun) |
