| News just in
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| As news tends to be
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| Sure enough it’s bad news again
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| The way the thunder dominates our skylines shows no signs of weakening
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| Subsiding
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| No place left to hide in the high rises became great concrete islands
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| While the british tried smiling through
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| You can see the tears fall through their waterproofs
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| First to go were the powerlines
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| Communication became impossible now panic drives
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| Roads blocked, people left their rides
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| Fabricate their locked doors and stayed inside
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| Well if it helps, it’s how most people died
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| Polluted water and no food supplies
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| Some made a break, some made a so-called boat that snapped
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| That you all drowned now choke clap clap
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| If statesman saw some flats collapsed
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| Hard to say if people stayed not emerged in tax
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| I never watched in tact without the strength to act
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| It’s impossible to see I said we’re turning back
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| Still I’m next to the pain that await us
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| Odds even placed on a lottery of saviours
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| Hope for the breeze to come to bury me
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| See the life that I lead
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| Look at the dream
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| Look at the grey which once was green
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| Open your eyes
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| Deepest inside it’s green
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| But you missed the point this is this earth
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| Each time a tide runs blood veins of London
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| Olympic village underwater marathan
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| Arises til a current under sun
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| Climbing the walls
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| Changing all the ceilings to floors
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| No discrimination it just drenches all
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| The old bought the new dead
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| The old reach the new port
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| Got to question the why and the what
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| For a need for a reason, the key for a door
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| Playing through it symphony, thinking that i’m in too deep
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| Knowing I can swim it without knowing if it’s meant to be
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| What if I reach that terminal beach and find mans tracks of retreat to the peaks
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| What if it holds like sanity for sanctuary
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| Is that enough for me to ask leaders for this balcony
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| Near to th edge my soul begins to see, shadow going long
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| A waterboard for feet
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| A sales team for a room at night
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| Navigates cold streets as I go see sights
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| Is it sign of life or just reflected light
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| See the mind plays tricks I’ve tried to fight
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| I summon up enough strength to stand cracked lip
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| Hard to be the last breath on this dry land
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| Off running like I missed my flight
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| Called out screaming, reached the ledge and dived
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| Look at the dream
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| Look at the grey which once was green
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| Open your eyes
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| Deepest inside it’s green
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| But you missed the point this is this earth
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| Look at the dream
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| Look at the grey which once was green
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| Open your eyes
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| Deepest inside it’s green
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| But you missed the point this is this earth |