| We put our trust
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| In the future and in its technology
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| Radioactive waste and other problems
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| Yet unsolved by man
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| What if our future selves
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| Are refugees on the run
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| Scavenging for food, chasing shelter
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| To hide from the sun
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| Control your fate
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| Before it’s too late
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| The war of oceans rages on
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| But not for long
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| And once we’re gone
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| The waters won’t miss our kind
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| Coming generations
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| They’ll have enough of their own problems
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| It’s naive to think they’ll also solve the ones
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| Selfishly handed down by us
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| Why can’t we stop ourselves
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| From polluting the water on which we depend
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| Wallace Hartley will play with his men
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| While we sink towards our bitter end
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| Nearer, my God, to Thee
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| That’s what they’ll sing
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| Can’t you hear?
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| Oh, yes I hear it
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| The war of oceans rages on
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| But not for long
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| And once we’re gone
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| The waters won’t miss our kind
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| Two hundred years of abuse
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| Too late for truce
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| And whoever wins, we will lose
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| Nearer, my God, to Thee
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| That’s what they’ll sing
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| Can’t you hear?
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| Oh, yes we all hear it
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| For the seven oceans
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| For mankind
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| If it’s war that it takes
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| We are ready to wage it
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| For the seven oceans
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| For mankind
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| If it’s war that it takes
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| We are ready to wage it
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| The war of oceans rages on
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| But not for long
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| And once we’re gone
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| The waters won’t miss our kind
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| Two hundred years of abuse
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| Too late for truce
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| And whoever wins, we will lose
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| We will lose
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| The war of oceans
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| And once we’re gone
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| From this world
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| Once we’re gone the water’s will not miss our kind |