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(Concept: The Wiseman's thoughts on Earth's depleting beauty and arrogant leadership.) |
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This hole is my home, It's far underground. |
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I hide from the world and the deafening sounds |
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That show me the world can't move slowly |
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All the routine |
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And our, and our meaningless lives |
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All we had is gone, |
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Tell me Lord what have we become? |
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When water, earth and sky are sacrificed |
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By leaders ruling blind |
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So the trees die |
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And the leaves fall. |
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Under gray sky |
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No sun at all. |
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Factory smoke seeps into clouds |
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Will my children's children choke on our ignorance? |
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Choosing to live destructive, pestilent cold lives |
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Oh you're hoping that someone else |
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Makes these changes instead |
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All we had is gone, |
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Tell me Lord what have we become? |
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When water, earth and sky are sacrificed |
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By leaders ruling blind |
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So the trees die |
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And the leaves fall. |
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Under gray sky |
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No sun at all. |
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And the trees die |
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And the leaves fall. |
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Under gray sky |
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No hope at all. |