| First they say the angels sing, and then, the big bang
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| That was the first day, there’s six more
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| From organisms to single cells, mutate, to shells
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| Then mutate into spores
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| On dry land (dry land)
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| Where the living scream die man (die man)
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| Awwwwww
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| By the seventh day, he rested as he looked at them
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| Those made, those, men
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| Guess it’s safe to say that they don’t know
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| Since they not alone, and there’s no dusk or dawn
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| As they never washed ashore, but of course, what for?
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| Who cares what lies beyond
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| On dry land (dry land)
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| Where the living scream die man (die man)
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| Awwwwww
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| They see our boats, and say oh no not them again
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| And scream swim, just, swim
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| So while the federal buildings blow, below, fish glow
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| How lovely that must be
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| You shoulda listened to Jacques Costeau, don’t say, you know
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| Stop sending your trash to sea
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| Leave it on the dry land (dry land)
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| Where the living scream die man (die man)
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| Awwwwww
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| He made this world, took it and gave it back again
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| And we learned, no-thing
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| (Nothing, we, we learned nothing right?) |