| There’s a permanent place that’s rent-free
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| In a world that just seems hell-bent, see
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| They’re leading us down that road
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| And there’s no telling where it goes
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| They keep bending the rules to suit themselves in their own pursuits
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| And there’s cracks in the paving stones
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| Yo, brother there’s ain’t no gold beneath my feet
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| But in starting to feel the heat
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| 'Cause the sky’s got a gaping hole
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| And there’s mercury in my teeth
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| And there’s fish floating dead in my soul
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| The forecast for today
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| Pretty similar to much the same
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| And the temperature gauge is up
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| And the oceans look like they’re fucked
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| Or maybe it’s gonna rain down
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| Like never before in Spain
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| And there’s cracks in the icecap, Jack
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| But it’s alright, don’t think twice
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| Mother Earth ain’t dying
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| But she’s starting to feel the heat
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| 'Cause the sand is beneath my feet
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| And it’s starting to burn my sole
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| And the sky’s got a gaping hole
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yo, brother there ain’t no gold beneath my feet
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| But I’m starting to feel the heat
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| 'Cause the sky’s got a gaping hole
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| And there’s mercury in my teeth
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| And there’s fish floating dead in my soul
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| My soul
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| My soul |