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I woke up this morning |
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And I asked the sun |
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I said you have watched this human race |
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And how far we've come |
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You shined on our fields |
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When we first learned to plant |
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Beat down on our shields |
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As we battled for land |
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Beat down on our backs |
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As we built cities to the sky |
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Now can you tell me Mr. Sun |
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Do you think we'll survive? |
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His voice was thunderous |
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As he replied |
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The heavens broke the soil shook |
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And fire filled the sky |
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He said that we're loosing a battle within |
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Spent all that money on that oil and war |
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And there's not much left to pay off your sins |
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So lay down your axes |
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And sheathe your bloody swords |
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For I can tell you my son |
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Its gonna take a lot more love to survive this world |
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Later that evening |
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I preyed to the earth |
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I said oh mamma are you sick |
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And can you tell me where it hurts |
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She said that she's choking |
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She can hardly breathe |
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She says she suffers more than she lets on |
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Just so we have a place for our feet |
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You ignorant bastards |
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What to do with nothing left? |
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For I can tell you my son |
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Its gonna take a lot more love to survive this world |
