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If paradise is such a fragile affair |
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Then why have we the lion's share? |
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As if we walk the earth alone |
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Like infants breaking the cradle |
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There isn't anything we fail to corrupt |
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The flip-side of the midas touch |
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We're walking in a world of glass |
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With iron footsteps |
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We do the raindance every night |
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And I hope the gods will treat us right |
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And if the sky should tumble down |
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Will it quench out thirst or crush us to the ground? |
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Have you a ticket to the greatest event? |
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The world inside a circus tent |
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Where clowns debate disarmament |
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And wildlife live within cages |
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The parody is never far from the truth |
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And mankind is the living proof |
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A dying planet in our arms |
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We walk the tightrope |
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The answer's very simple |
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A world without it's people |
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Has got to be better than this |
