| Standing in a field of green
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| Looking for a blade of grass
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| Squeaking like we all got clean
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| Hoping that this age will pass
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| It’s a wrong road that we’re all on
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| And we see this and we see this
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| But we tear apart everything
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| My sweetheart, what will remain?
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| If you flout it, if you flout it
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| If you flout it all?
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| Tolerate lies
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| Push the button and everyone dies
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| It’s the lack of a singular thing
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| That a weapon could bring
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| To put love in the eyes of us all
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| Tell me now, profit and war
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| Are analogous, what am i for?
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| Are the hazardous hands on the guns
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| Just the same as the ones using
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| A testicular epithet indicative of what’s wrong
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| And when the world ends, did we see this?
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| Could we see this, but obliterate everything?
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| My sweetheart, can we lean more
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| To the left side, to the left side
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| To the left of everything?
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| Sitting in a field of green
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| Looking at a hopeless dawn
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| Sleeping is my only dream
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| Seeing that this age will pass |