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I looked across the North Sea |
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And the sea looked so dead |
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(I wondered what this place would look like |
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In the next twenty years) |
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But where I'm living |
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All the shop shelves are full |
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Goods to help me shut out |
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Scenes of this dying world |
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And every time I tried to hide |
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The churning of my guts inside |
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Everybody failed to heed the warning |
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Mother, mother I just stand by |
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They push the needle deep inside |
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Pump poison in your veins |
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Intravenous |
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Holidays were different |
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All the things I learnt |
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All the boys were sunning |
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While the skin cancer burnt |
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Just for one split second |
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I saw the great work of man |
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As he turned the forests |
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Into deserts of sand |
