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Imagine |
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Imagine if |
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What would happen |
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What would happen if running on empty |
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Seemingly forever |
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The car crawls to the umpteenth fuel station |
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Still out of sight, joining the motionless caterpillar of cars |
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Traffic snaking, tailing back for miles |
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Imagine |
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Imagine if the afternoon turned to evening |
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And as you approach the entrance |
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Fists fly as the green plastic can is wrestled over |
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And subsequently spilled across the great tarmac |
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Mixing blood and petrol |
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Imagine |
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What if the price became so high |
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It was only available to those who could afford it |
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Those who the governments decide take priority |
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Imagine it is rationed by the litre |
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Security guards, then eventually soldiers patrolling the pumps |
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Imagine |
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Then it all stops |
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... then it all stops |
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Imagine |
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Imagine all the silence |
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imagine all the silence |
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After the rioting, the killing, the madness |
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Silence |
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... silence |
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What would happen next |
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Traffic snaking |
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Tailing back for miles |
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Imagine if |
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What would happen (what would happen...) |
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Mixing blood and petrol |
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Then it all stops (then it all stops...) |
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What would happen next |
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Imagine all the silence |
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Imagine all the silence |
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Imagine all the silence. |
