| And there’s a cold long crack in the sky
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| There’s a bloodshot red in the eye
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| The world of man is nigh
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| His river is all but dry
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| And we can tell when the heavens gone to hell
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| I’ll turn my chin forever to the cold
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| When the world is buried far beneath the snow
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| Woah Oh
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| And the bones all crack on th knife
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| And the wolves all com in the night
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| And every way is fraught with wires
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| And every babe is brought to the fire
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| Da lie la lie la lie
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| And the father is dying slow
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| And the world is grey and cold
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| It’s time for reaping everything you sow
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| And the miles are a hand in hand
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| And the miles of a wasted land
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| We’ll make the water one day soon I know
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| When the world is buried far beneath the snow
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| Woah Oh
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| And we can tell when the heavens gone to hell
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| I’ll turn my chin, deliver my last cry
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| And the father is dying slow
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| And the world is grey and cold
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| It’s time for reaping everything you sow
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| And the miles are a hand in hand
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| And the miles of a wasted land
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| We’ll make the water one day soon I know
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| When the world is buried far beneath the snow
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| Woah Oh |