| One thousand miles away
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| I hear the children play
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| They sing their songs of hope
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| Of hate and love and misery
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| One thousand years away
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| I see their shadows fade
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| Still singing songs of hope
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| Of hate and love and misery
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| A little glimpse of hope
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| Between all the hate and fear
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| It is all that we’ve got
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| When the end is near
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| The water is rising
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| But all we do is keep pouring in
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| Empty is the soul
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| Light is the mind
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| But heavy is the head that wears the crown
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| And numbered are his days
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| When the rivers all dried up
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| And all the trees cut down
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| Man will realise he’s not
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| Able to eat money
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| There’s no one left to save
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| It’s too late
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| One thousand miles away
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| I hear the children play
|
| They sing their songs of hope
|
| Of hate and love and misery
|
| One thousand years away
|
| I see their shadows fade
|
| Still singing songs of hope
|
| Of hate and love and misery
|
| The water is rising
|
| But all we do is keep pouring in
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| The higher we will rise
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| The deeper we shall fall
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| A kingdom on the edge of its demise
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| It’s time to turn the tide
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| When the rivers all dried up
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| And all the trees cut down
|
| Man will realise he’s not
|
| Able to eat money
|
| There’s no one left to save
|
| It’s too late
|
| It’s too late
|
| When the rivers all dried up
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| And all the trees cut down
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| When the oceans eat the land
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| We’ll understand
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| It’s too late
|
| There’s no one left to save
|
| It’s too late
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| One thousand miles away
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| I hear the children play
|
| They sing their songs of hope
|
| Of hate and love and misery
|
| One thousand years away
|
| I see their shadows fade
|
| Still singing songs of hope
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| Of hate and love and misery |