| Follow me underwater
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| Until the searchlights leave the shore
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| Follow me underwater
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| Until we find what we’re looking for
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| Plastic oceans, plastic farms
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| Cover your footprints like a band-aid on a broken arm
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| They found the pipeline through the soul in the soil
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| I thought this place never changed
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| But now the reefs are bleeding smells of oil
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| And the forests are up in flames
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| You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep
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| While your bed burned
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| You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep
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| While your bed burned
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| Give me a reason, tell me why we lost our reason
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| Tell me the truth, not an excuse
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| Cause we have everything to lose
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| Plastic oceans, plastic farms
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| Cover your footprints like a band-aid on a broken arm
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| There’s a cancer in our lifeblood, so silently it grew
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| The streams of least resistance poison me and poison you
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| There’s a virus in the air, that drags the wind out from my chest
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| I don’t see a way out
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| All I see is a sphere of unrest
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| Show me a way out
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| Show me a way out
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| Show me a way out
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| Follow me underwater
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| Until the searchlights leave the shore
|
| Follow me underwater
|
| Until we find what we’re looking for
|
| Plastic oceans, plastic farms
|
| Cover your footprints like a band-aid on a broken arm
|
| You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep
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| While your bed burned
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| You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep
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| While your bed burned |