| The blue skies are turning brown
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| And trees fall without a sound
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| Jets crashing through the sky
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| The big sun is burning high
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| The oceans are turning black
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| Tuna nets are dolphin traps
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| Oil spills near a garbage barge
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| It’s dumping needles and hospital jars
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| Close to the fires, and under a trance
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| The indians sang and said with their
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| Dance
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| To take what you need and leave the rest
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| To take what you need and leave it alone
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| The landscape is full of holes
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| For private business or personal goals
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| Nevada’s testing the nuclear sin
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| Designing wars that no one could win
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| The karma debts are out of control
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| They’re bathing me inside my soul
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| Beauty pageants with glamorous furs
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| Can you believe what they once were?
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| But close to the fires, and under a
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| Trance
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| The indians sang, and said with their
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| Dance
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| To take what you need and leave the rest
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| To take what you need and leave it alone |