| The hawk, cunning bird of prey
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| Rides the wind to observe
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| His only predator assaulting his domain
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| Cables, trucks and pavement
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| Left the runaway restless, unsheltered
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| I say fly, head high
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| To the mountain top!
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| Avoiding, escaping the city’s deadly arms
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| From sightings to sightings
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| The hunting won’t withdraw
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| For the profit of masterdom
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| On earth, seas and land
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| We’re all bound to meet its demand
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| As a whale ascends to the surface
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| It grasps a single breath of air
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| A ship legally sacks and packages his realm
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| The last of his entire race
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| Sure we know, but it’s worth the pay
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| I say swim, breathe and dive
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| On the seas around!
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| Avoiding, escaping
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| The fishing’s deadly arms
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| From sightings to sightings
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| The hunting won’t withdraw
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| For the profits of masterdom
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| Breathing along with nature’s perfections
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| A young native meets a world of magicians
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| A promised paradise
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| Left the tribe to work at their command
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| For 5 cents an hour
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| There’s no comfort at hand
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| Realized his land has been
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| Spoiled and purged
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| Thousand years of knowledge gone
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| On earth, seas and land
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| We’re all bound to meet its demand |