| The human race has run so far
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| We mine the oceans and touch the stars
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| It don’t matter where we are
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| We will always need this land
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| Under white Sahara skies
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| Where the wheeling vulture flies
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| Futile farmer lives or dies
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| Depending on the land, he’s living off the land
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| Travellers on the open road
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| Well, they raise their kids and they rack their load
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| Driven on ‘cause they’ve No Fixed Abode
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| Their home is on the land
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| Hide your heads you mighty powers
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| Livin' in your mirrored towers
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| Pilin' profits by the hour while poisoning the land
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| How can they love the land?
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| Reflecting blue in ocean eyes
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| Sailors struggle to disguise
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| The ties that tug them, swirling from the sea
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| Drawn by distant Neptune’s plans
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| The thought of terra firma fans
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| Flames that blaze and burn upon the quay
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| Down in the valley and across the plain
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| Under the mountain’s dark domain
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| Locked in one eternal chain
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| The spirit of the land
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| The seeds are sown and then they grow
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| The cornucopia overflows
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| We feel the seasons come and go
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| Created in the land, the soul is in the land |
| Unbelieving to the end
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| The silver-suited comprehend
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| Descending circles blowin' ‘cross the sky
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| Slowly dawning in the void
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| The holy home that’s near destroyed
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| Fragile like a lover’s last goodbye
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| Out in the darkest depths of space
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| Beauty calls the human race
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| But nightmares come to take their place
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| Descending on the land
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| And when at last it’s far too late
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| The last seed won’t germinate
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| Then all things must terminate
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| We’ll no longer have the land
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| No longer have the land |