| weatherman says storm watch
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| ministers of doom, the end is in sight
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| they say the poles are melting
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| and the grass under my feet
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| is pure monsanto
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| hey hey no matter what they say
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| they can try they will not spoil my day
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| hey hey there must be a way
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| 'cause even flowers grow in guantanamo bay
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| happy meals make sick fields
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| oil spilling in the ocean rather than the cars
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| just before the green wars
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| let’s go out to the beach
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| and share a moment of bliss
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| hey hey no matter what they say
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| they can try, they will not spoil my day
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| hey hey there must be a way
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| 'cause even flowers grow at guantanamo bay
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| there must be a way
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| play on
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| let’s go to the ocean
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| and walk together along the beach
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| feel the wind in your hair
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| and just for a moment
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| let’s put ourselves out of the race
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| hey hey no matter what they say
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| they can try, they will not spoil my day
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| hey hey there must be a way
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| 'cause even flowers grow at guantanamo bay
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| are you sure it grows (choeurs)
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| yes i’m sure it grows
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| no matter what they say
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| it won’t spoil my day |