| Drip, drip, drop, bit by bit
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| It’s the dulcet sound of the glacial melt
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| Accompanied by the Beluga
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| Singing about the hand they’ve been dealt
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| The Emperor and the Arctic Fox listen intently
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| «I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life»
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| He says, meaning misfortune
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| «I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life»
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| «(Yes, they’re) Lost in myopia
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| (Yes, they’re) Lost in myopia»
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| Surrounded by ostriches with mouths full of sand
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| Their teeth grind the grains, but their faces don’t contort
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| Perplexed, I am unable to breathe in their skin
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| We are all vertebrates, but where is their backbone now?
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| «I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life»
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| He says, meaning misfortune
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| «I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life»
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| He says, meaning misfortune
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| As the Emperor watches his numbers plummet
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| They hear him scream
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| «They're living in denial (Of science)
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| They’re happy to defile (Silence)
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| Yeah, they’re living in denial (Of science)
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| They’re happy to defile (Silence)»
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| «I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life»
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| He says, meaning misfortune
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| Deprived is the polar bear, grasping at straws
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| To safeguard dividends they depend on disbelief
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| Perplexed, I am unable to breathe in their skin
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| We are all vertebrates, but where is their backbone now?
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| «I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life»
|
| He says, meaning misfortune
|
| «I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life»
|
| He says, meaning misfortune
|
| As the Emperor watches his numbers plummet
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| They hear him scream
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| «They're living in denial (Of science)
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| They’re happy to defile (Silence)
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| Yeah, they’re living in denial (Of science)
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| They’re happy to defile (Silence)» |