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Where she collapses into the shore |
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Pump her like product and ask her for more |
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There a man lay dying in ice |
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Gasket had busted and pinned him like a vice |
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As the sun sank into ripples |
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A friend knelt and listened to his dying words as he froze |
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Tell my love don't mourn too intense |
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I'm going down to her great good expense |
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Now the air is quiet and still |
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Wish I was back home on the knoll of the hill |
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Don't think |
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I won't try when |
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I close my eyes |
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Whatever the people will dry, that's how |
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I will survive |
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All of my friends, my enemies too |
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Live in the shadows of the dirty fuel |
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Burns the land and its people too |
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While winds always whistling too |
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Don't think |
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I won't try when |
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I close my eyes |
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Whatever the people will drive, that's where |
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I will be live |
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Don't think |
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I won't try when |
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I close my eyes |
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Whatever the people will drive, that's where |
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I will be live |
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That's where |
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I will be live x 4 |
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Now, so low he whispered something |
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Closing his eyelids with his face turning grey |
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When the workers clean up the spill |
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Sent them home to his knoll on the hill |
