| Wouldn’t it be great
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| To see the African plains
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| Before they lay them to waste
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| And only the bones remain?
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| Wouldn’t it be poetry
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| To shoot holes in the poachers we see
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| With an elephant gun?
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| Men in helicopters fly
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| Shooting rhinos from out of the sky
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| Why do we always assume
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| The planet is ours to ruin?
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| What a legacy we’re leaving behind
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| What a legacy
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| Wouldn’t it be something
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| For the men killing dolphin
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| To be caught up by their necks
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| In their greedy fishing nets?
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| Wouldn’t it be irony
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| If the tuna fish canneries
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| Were to fall into the sea?
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| The dolphins and the whales still left alive
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| Cry to the stars in the deep blue night:
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| «There's nowhere to hide
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| The people on earth will not be denied»
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| What a legacy we’re leaving behind
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| What a legacy
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| Wouldn’t it be odd
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| If there really was a God
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| And he looked down on earth
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| And saw what we’ve done to Her?
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| Wouldn’t it be just
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| If He pulled the plug on us
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| And took away the sun?
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| Men in helicopters fly
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| Shooting rhinos from out of the sky
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| Why do we always assume
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| The planet is ours to ruin?
|
| The dolphins and the whales still left alive
|
| Cry to the stars in the deep blue night:
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| «There's nowhere to hide
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| The people on earth will not be denied»
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| What a legacy we’re leaving behind
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| What a legacy we’re leaving behind |