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The systems of life hum accordingly |
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Every day, every year, every century |
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But, everywhere humans go things get worse |
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Can't you tell through the smoke in the dirty city |
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The jungle was once a tranquil hideaway |
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For the kind of trees and the mountains themselves |
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But man those things sell a million dollars a pound |
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Cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves |
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Why can't we just leave them alone? |
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Who is the animal? |
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Who is that dangerous beast? |
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Why were the other ones made? |
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I know it wasn't just for our feast |
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And now they're down to 250 lone souls |
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They're a breed of a losing generation it seems |
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The killers are ourselves so you know who to blame |
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It was man with his plan and his frightening greed |
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I don't think we'll ever leave them alone. |