| «Listen, do you hear them? |
| The birds?
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| We are not alone in this world. |
| They remind us of that!»
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| Walking from the bench back to my car
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| His words keep echoing in my head
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| Driving home alone in my coughing cage
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| I feel like holding my breath
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| I think that I deserve to choke in fossil fumes
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| I want to spit out self-contempt and rage
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| I call out for a sign
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| I pray for absolution
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| I don’t wanna play this stupid game anymore
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| But I’m waiting for the safeword
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| Polar bears are clinging to melting ice
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| Once awesome rulers of the Arctics
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| Now lost at sea, exposed on TV
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| We rule this party, they pay the price
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| Our frightened children ask us «why?»
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| And once again we let them down
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| We know the answers, but what can we say?
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| «Because they haven’t learned how to fly?»
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| We call out for a sign
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| We pray for absolution
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| We don’t wanna play this stupid game anymore
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| But we’re waiting for the safeword
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| Stuck in a kinky alliance:
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| Consumers, politicians and finance
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| Addicted to a cocktail of habit, greed and spite
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| We know we can’t go on like this, but do we take the fight? |
| We call out for a sign
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| We pray for absolution
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| We don’t wanna play this stupid game anymore
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| But we’re waiting for the safeword
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| We call out for a sign
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| We pray for absolution
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| We don’t wanna play this stupid game anymore
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| But we’re waiting for the safeword
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| To safe the world
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| This stupid game isn’t sexy anymore
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| But we’re waiting for the safeword
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| «Listen to the birds» the old man said
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| «They remind us that we are not alone» |