| Wrapped in plastic
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| No one seems to understand
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| The reason why I cry out into the night
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| For justice and for peace
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| Last night I felt a burning sting
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| All of beauty stood in flames
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| Love condensed onto a broken glass
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| And got swallowed by a deer
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| That´s why I howl at the moon
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| At least the magic seems to last
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| All the tears went down the river
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| And the fire eats the past
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| Praise it — it´s dead —
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| Poison on the fields
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| Not from this world
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| But it grows into the sky
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| That´s why I howl at the moon
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| At least the magic seems to last
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| All the tears went down the river
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| And the fire eats the past
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| The wind carries the seed
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| Into all corners of the world
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| You might have it when it´s dead
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| Stunned by the evil deed
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| The wind carries the seed
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| Into all corners of the world
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| You might have it when it´s dead
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| Killed bye greed
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| That´s why I howl at the moon
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| At least the magic seems to last
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| All the tears went down the river
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| And the fire eats the past |