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I don't wanna grow anything in my heart |
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I don't want to write all these things in the sand |
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I don't want to listen and not understand |
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I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars |
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Don't want to be an advocate |
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Don't want to be a monument |
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There is nothing that grows in your arctic world |
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I don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air |
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I don't want to listen when they toll the bell |
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'Cos I can't take another industrial feast |
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On the ground, on my back, out there |
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I want to meet the president |
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Of a country without sense |
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There is nothing that grows in his arctic world |
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There is nothing that grows in your arctic world |
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There is nothing that grows in this arctic world. |
