| «Shocking how nothing shocks anymore,»
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| The message read as it washed ashore
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| Skies turn black as my eyes look down
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| Written on the back are these words I’ve found:
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| «We'll inherit the earth but we don’t want it
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| It’s been ours since birth, what you doin' on it?
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| We’ll inherit the earth but we don’t want it
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| Layin' claim at birth, what you doin' on it?»
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| Waterfalls of grain flow through our hands
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| We’re too weak to stand and too weak to stray
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| Big trees sway and the air is still
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| Lovers climb at the top of a hill and say
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| «We'll inherit the earth but we don’t want it
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| It’s been ours since birth, what you doin' on it?
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| We’ll inherit the earth but we don’t want it
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| Laid our claim at birth, what you doin' on it?»
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| We watch the world from the padded cell
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| And our eyes scream what our lips must quell
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| Oh, well…
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| I’ve been told that the light shines darkness
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| …it ain’t quite the same
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| If I was off the wall then it’s you I bring
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| They’re all frustration whales
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| Last bundle of twigs grew strong and young
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| We can’t hold our tongues at the top of our lungs
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| We’ll inherit the earth but don’t tell anybody
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| It’s been ours since birth, and it’s ours already
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| We’ll inherit the earth but don’t tell anybody
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| It’s been ours since birth, and it’s ours already
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| We’ll inherit the earth but don’t tell anybody
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| Don’t tell a soul
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| I got my hands in my pockets and I’m waiting for the day to come
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| (Inherit the earth
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| Inherit the earth…) |