| Big sun, up in the sky
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| You burn my skin
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| And you hurt my eyes
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| Big river, closing in upon us
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| Our lives are swept away
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| In your floods that rise
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| The farmer lays the crop
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| Down into deadly ground
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| Growing our children’s food
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| One day I walked in a river bed
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| A silent trace of waters that once flew
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| One day I stood on a mountain top
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| The world below was not the one I knew
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| We dance and laugh out in the acid rain
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| Are we travellers on a ship of fools?
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| Are we all blind
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| Are we all blind or maybe
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| We just don’t want to see
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| But want to trust that man on TV
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| Who’s saying everything’s going to be alright
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| Be alright for you and me
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| We walk right on the edge of nowhere
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| With our heads held high
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| And obviously nobody cares
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| They all walk on by
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| As if they were not concerned at all
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| You better look twice
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| At each line in the papers
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| You better look twice
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| At that man on TV
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| You better look twice
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| Into the eyes of your leaders
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| Or just look around
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| See the dying world
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| Don’t you see it fade away
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| In silent grace
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| One day I walked in a river bed
|
| A silent trace of waters that once flew
|
| One day I stood on a mountain top
|
| The world below was not the one I knew
|
| We dance and laugh out in the acid rain
|
| Are we travellers on a ship of fools?
|
| Are we all blind
|
| Are we all blind or maybe
|
| We just don’t want to see
|
| But want to trust that man on TV
|
| Who’s saying everything’s going to be alright
|
| Be alright for you and me
|
| We walk right on the edge of nowhere
|
| With our heads held high
|
| And obviously nobody cares
|
| They all walk on by
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| As if they were not concerned at all |