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There were people living in a green valley |
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Found a way to make a lot of money |
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Made the green turn gradually gray |
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They figured they could do whatever they wanted |
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Everything would be alright |
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But scars don't always heal away |
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And the sons and the daughters |
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Got diamonds and gold |
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But they were given a land where |
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Strong roots never take hold |
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Good seed don't grow |
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On the barren ground |
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Good things don't come along |
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As you just sit dreaming on |
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Good seed don't grow |
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On the barren ground |
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Say everything fades away |
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There you are still around |
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What'll you do where will you go |
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There was a ship along the coast |
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Carrying a whole of black money |
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In the sound near the northern lights |
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When the ship set sail |
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The crew looked for guidance |
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In the bottom of an empty glass |
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And the captain said |
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"Pour me another rye" |
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Then the water turned black |
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As a cold winter's night |
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Good seed don't grow |
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On the barren ground |
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Good things don't come along |
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As you just sit dreaming on |
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Good seed don't grow |
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On the barren ground |
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Say everything fades away |
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There you are still around |
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What'll you do where will you go |
