| All that you can see
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| beneath the sun
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| what is made by humans
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| now must be undone
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| landscape of confusion
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| leaving one and all
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| vying against the other
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| welcome to our fall
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| (this section sung in very old javanese poetic style, not many lyrics,
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| but what few are saying essentially says not respect for nature,
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| not to turn our backs on our origins, or there will be consequences)
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| Capos of financial scams
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| discount offer flat-rate plan
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| stuck again in traffic jams
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| with double meaning i say damn
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| damn Lapindo* damn the oil
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| damn the gas that’s burned the soil
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| water, air, and land are damned
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| now behold the works of man
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| allah o akbar what they say
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| from loudspeakers every day
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| i get down on knees to pray
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| or the sons of god might go away
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| (verse in bahasa)
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| rapping politics is uncool
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| but just a sec it’s almost through
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| it’s downer than the oldest school
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| cheap boombox more broke than rules
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| Gamelan and on and on
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| while complaining about what’s wrong
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| the time has passed & now it’s gone
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| it’s about time to end this song
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| All that you can see
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| beneath the sun
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| what is made by humans
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| now must be undone
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| landscape of confusion
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| leaving one and all
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| vying against the other
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| welcome to our fall |