| 12 shades of grey
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| Every life this day
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| a single fraction of a-maze-ing
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| Dreams I’d like to tell you
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| In songs of paradise
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| Well the earth you knows right here
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| But the oil’s running dry
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| So we’ll laugh cry
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| At the same time
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| Come heal the wounds
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| When there’s no more water left
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| And no more air in our breath
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| What will this earth be worth?
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| Do you want war or peace?
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| Blood for oil greed
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| Won’t feed, won’t the hunger our need
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| So I light my candles pray
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| This world can still be saved
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| That It’s not to late for peace be So we’ll laugh cry
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| At the same time
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| Come heal the wounds
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| When there’s no more water left
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| And no more air in our breath
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| What will this earth be worth?
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| Do you want war or peace?
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| Blood for oil greed
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| Won’t feed, won’t the hunger our need
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| Come heal the wounds
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| In mom’s sacred womb
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| These candles light the night like the sun of June
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| Come heal the wounds we all be here soon
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| When there’s no more water left
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| And no more air in our breath
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| What will this earth be worth?
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| Do you want war or peace?
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| Blood for oil greed
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| Won’t feed, won’t the hunger our need
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| We unite come heal the wounds we unite in our own light |