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G-R-E-E-N G-R-E-E-D |
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It's a disease and they're all green. |
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It emminates from their being. |
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A satiation with occupation. |
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And like weeds with big leaves. |
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Stealing light from what's beneath. |
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Where they have more. Still they take more. |
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Well, I know, then I don't. |
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There's a stowaway with my throat. |
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It's deceiving. I don't believe him. |
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We can scream out our doors. |
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Behind the wall a fat man snores. |
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In his dreams he's choking tea leaves. |
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Well I guess there's nothing wrong with what you say. |
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But don't sell me, "There can't be better ways." |
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Tell the captain "This boat's not safe, and we're drowning." |
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Turns out he's the one making waves. Waves. Waves. |
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I said there's nothing wrong with what you say. |
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Believe me just asking you to sway. |
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No white or black just grey. |
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Can you feel this world with your heart and not your brain? |
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G-R-E-E-N G-R-E-E-D |
