| For short lived cattle grazing land
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| With the whole world in their hands
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| They’re cutting down and burning up the land
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| Asset stripping the medicine man
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| And all for one
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| And every man for himself
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| The conflict of interest lies
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| Selling off cheap
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| Avoid political heat and burn up in a forest fire
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| And now that there’s nothing left
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| Just a hole above our heads
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| Letting the sunshine in
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| That’s how the end begins
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| With a forest fire
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| The black cloud rising in the sky
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| Up into the atmosphere
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| ] it’s bringing down a different kind of weather
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| To the one we knew last year
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| And
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| Though it’s taking so long to do something about it
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| They chip away at it
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| Bit by bit
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| You won’t believe anything that grown up for so long
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| Could be cut down this quick
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| And now that there’s nothing left
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| Just a hole above our heads
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| Letting the sunshine in
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| That’s how the end begins
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| With a forest fire
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| In the corner of a foreign land
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| In the wind that blows the sand
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| There’s the sting of a thousand lies
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| That burned up in a forest fire
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| We’re burning up
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| In a clear blue sky
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| In a funeral pyre
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| In a big white lie
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| In a forest fire |