| We scoff and roll our eyes
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| Yeah, we’ve heard this all before in a different guise
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| These shrill alarmist fears
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| We don’t deign to entertain them, covering our ears
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| So where will we go when the waters threaten to wash us away?
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| And all of our sons and our daughters wilt in the heat of the day?
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| I feel the sun draw nearer, I feel the sea start to rise
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| Who’s looking back in the mirror? |
| Why are they closing —
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| Why are they closing their eyes?
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| Now that heavy curtain sways
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| And the man who stands behind tries to give his name
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| So we ask ourselves, «Who stands to gain?»
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| Soon our tired talking points are feeling awfully strained
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| So where will we go when the waters threaten to wash us away?
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| And all of our sons and our daughters wilt in the heat of the day?
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| I feel the sun draw nearer, I feel the sea start to rise
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| Who’s looking back in the mirror? |
| Why are they closing —
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| Why are they closing their eyes?
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| So where will we go when the waters threaten to wash us away?
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| And all of our sons and our daughters wilt in the heat of the day?
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| I feel the sun draw nearer, I feel the sea start to rise
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| Who’s looking back in the mirror? |
| Why are they closing —
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| Why are they closing their eyes?
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| Why are we closing, why are we closing our eyes?
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| Why are we closing, why are we closing our eyes?
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| Why are we closing, why are we closing our eyes?
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| Why are we closing, why are we closing our eyes? |