| When the eagle flies you’d better watch your eyes
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| He’s gonna sweep everything in his path
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| And when the Heavens cry it’s gonna drown the sky
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| And you’ll get caught aftermath
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| When mountains move it’s not good trying
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| To prove that you’ve been doing everything that you can
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| And don’t you start to cry when you’re about to die
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| You gotta stand and take it like a man
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| 'Cause you’ve been taking instead of giving
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| And all the while you’ve been living lies
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| Economics, all your atomics
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| Ain’t gonna save you from that bird in the sky
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| And when the good times roll wrapped up in your mink coat
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| You will be stepping from your Cadillac and in a micro flash
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| Gonna feel the lash of big eagle’s wing across your back
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| And when the seas subside you’ll see him glide right out of view
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| In clouds of snow
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| And the rains will come
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| And wash away the scum so that all the little flowers can grow
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| There’ll be no more taking, only giving and the sun pouring down
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| No economics and no atomics, just the spread of
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| (Mother nature’s gown)
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| Do you hear me, mother nature?
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| Do you, do you hear me?
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| Do you hear me?
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| Do you, do you hear me, mother nature?
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| Do you hear me
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| (Mother nature)
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| Mother nature |