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This song is for the rats |
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Who hurled themselves into the ocean |
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When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold |
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Were just about to blow |
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This song is for the soil |
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That's toxic clear down to the bedrock |
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Where no thing of consequence can grow |
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Drop your seeds there, let them go |
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Let them all go |
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Let 'em all go |
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This song is for the people |
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Who tell their families that they're sorry |
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For things they can't |
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And won't feel sorry for |
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And once there was a desk |
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And now it's in a storage locker somewhere |
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And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons |
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I left in the top drawer |
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Let 'em all go |
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Let 'em all go |
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I wanna sing one for the cars |
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That are right now headed silent down the highway |
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And it's dark and there is nobody driving |
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And something has got to give |
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I saw you waiting by the roadside |
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You didn't know that I was watching |
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Now you know |
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Let it all go |
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Let 'em all go |
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Let it all go |
