| Oh mercy, mercy me
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| Oh things ain’t what they used to be, no, no
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| Where did all the blue skies go?
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| Poinson is the wind that blows
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| From the north and south ans east and so
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| Oh mercy, mercy me
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| Oh things ain’t what they used to be, no, no
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| Oil wasted on the ocean and above our seas
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| Fish full of mercury
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| Oh mercy, mercy me
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| Oh things ain’t what they used to be
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| Radiation under ground and in the sky
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| Animals and birds are dying
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| No, no, no
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, ooo
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| Oh mercy, mercy me
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| Oh things ain’t what they used to be
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| What about this overcrowded land?
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| How much more abuse from man can she stand?
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| My, my, my, my, my, my, my
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| Oh mercy, mercy me
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| Where did all the blue skies go? |
| No, no
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| Radiation under ground and in the sky
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| Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
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| What about this overcrowded land? |