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That's Greenland down below... |
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Think of igloos, snow... |
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Thirty plus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you... |
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Take cover as you fly cocooned across this fragile globe, |
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because you can never rise above it. |
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You'd better pay the earth your mute respect |
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because you never learned to love it or to have, to cherish, to hold... |
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Until death when we provide the great provider... |
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I hope they'll never hide me in a brick, unnumbered, neatly fixed |
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Every day this stone rotates so be content, |
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I'm listening. I'm etched upon a plate... |
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it's disinfected so don't you look away. |
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You're really unprotected and I sense the train of hot hyenas licking at your heels. |
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I see the flock of hungry hawks close in around this plane. |
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There is no sanctuary and everyone around you is insane. |
