| This hole is my home, It’s far underground
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| I hide from the world and the deafening sounds
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| That show me the world can’t move slowly
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| All the routine
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| And our, and our meaningless lives
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| All we had is gone
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| Tell me Lord what have we become?
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| When water, earth and sky are sacrificed
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| By leaders ruling blind
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| So the trees die
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| And the leaves fall
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| Under gray sky
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| No sun at all
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| Factory smoke seeps into clouds
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| Will my children’s children choke on our ignorance?
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| Choosing to live destructive, pestilent cold lives
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| Oh you’re hoping that someone else
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| Makes these changes instead
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| All we had is gone
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| Tell me Lord what have we become?
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| When water, earth and sky are sacrificed
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| By leaders ruling blind
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| So the trees die
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| And the leaves fall
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| Under gray sky
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| No sun at all
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| And the trees die
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| And the leaves fall
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| Under gray sky
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| No hope at all |