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(by G. Slick) |
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He lives all alone but the bamboo forest knows him |
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Now his land is taken by man he's got nowhere left to go |
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When he used to roam through all of China's mountains |
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It was his home--the only place he knows |
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He was born on the mountain's Eastern side |
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Where the sun brings the morning to the sky |
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In the snow the human hunters hide |
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A shot is heard but no one hears him cry |
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Oh Panda Bear--my gentle friend |
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I don't want to say goodby |
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Oh Panda Bear--when will the killing end |
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When will we see the light? |
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He can feel the night, the last sunset is in his eyes |
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They will carry him away, take his beauty for their prize |
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Ah, but hunger would have come when the bamboo forest died |
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Oh Panda Bear--you can't seem to win |
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No matter how hard you try |
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Oh Panda Bear--my gentle friend |
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I don't want to say goodbye |
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Now his body lies on the mountain's Western side |
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He was sold to a man whose money has no pride |
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Shining fur traded for gold but the price is too high |
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His kind is almost gone He wants to survive |
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He was born on the mountain's Eastern side |
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Where the sun brings the morning to the sky |
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If we will try to share that morning light |
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We will find that we all have the right to life |
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Oh Panda Bear--my gentle friend |
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I don't want to say goodbye |
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Oh Panda Bear--when will the killing end |
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When will we get it right? |
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Panda |
