| The cats are in the flower bed
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| A red hawk rides the sky
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| I guess I should be happy
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| Just to be alive…
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| But we have poisoned everything
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| And oblivious to it all
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| The cell phone zombies babble
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| Through the shopping malls
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| While condors fall from Indian skies
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| Whales beach and die in sand…
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| Bad dreams are good
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| In the great plan
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| You cannot be trusted
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| Do you even know you’re lying
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| It’s dangerous to kid yourself
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| You go deaf and dumb and blind
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| You take with such entitlement
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| You give bad attitude
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| You have no grace
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| No empathy
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| No gratitude
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| You have no sense of consequence
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| Oh my head is in my hands…
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| Bad dreams are good
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| In the great plan
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| Before that altering apple
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| We were one with everything
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| No sense of self and other
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| No self-consciousness
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| But now we have to grapple
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| With our man-made world backfiring
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| Keeping one eye on our brother’s deadly selfishness
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| And everyone’s a victim!
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| Nobody’s hands are clean
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| There’s so very little left of wild Eden Earth
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| So near the jaws of our machines
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| We live in these electric scabs
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| These lesions once were lakes
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| No one knows how to shoulder the blame
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| Or learn from past mistakes…
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| So who will come to save the day?
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| Mighty Mouse?
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| Superman?
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| Bad dreams are good in the great plan |