| With a shrug of her shoulders
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| The mountain came down
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| Tore a path all the way to the water
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| And through my sleeping town
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| The trails I’d wandered
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| All erased in the birth
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| Of the million year old rock
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| From the naked gasping earth
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| Oh my children where you gonna go
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| Now you’ve lost the land you called your home
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| When the Earth is burning, fever on her brow
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| Crying oh my children, who will save you now
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| Now the winters hit harder
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| The summers are fire
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| And the rains are the tears of a mother
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| For her rebellious reckless child
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| But still the spring brings clover
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| Amid the blackened oaks
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| Sprays of fledgling branches
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| And the wildflowers below
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| Oh my children where you gonna go
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| Now you’ve lost the land you called your home
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| When the Earth is burning, fever on her brow
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| Crying oh my children, who will save you now
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| Farewell the family of the Holocene
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| Farewell the fragile air, the sea, the land
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| Five times before she’s seen the rise and fall again
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| But never by their own hand, never by their own hand
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| Chaos was my lover
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| But fate is my bride
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| We will meet at the edge of the ocean
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| And the ever rising tide
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| Oh my children where you gonna go
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| Now you’ve lost the land you called your home
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| When the Earth is burning, fever on her brow
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| Crying oh my children, who will save you now |