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From a window, a vision of your world |
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Looks surreal in a blue and gray surround |
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I'm here in a corner, a picture on your screen |
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I'm a satellite beam, a bystander |
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And I'm watching the ship going down |
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With the deadliest cargo inbound |
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Politicians, their axe is ground and clean |
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Survey the scene in a well-rehearsed alarm |
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Stand back from the shoreline with a silver dollar smile |
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And you put us on file, leave an island |
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To the curse of the spray and the spill |
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Worse things happen at sea and they will |
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And how many birds make a sacrifice in the black fields? |
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How many words 'til we pay the price in the black fields? |
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I know disaster grows without looking twice in the black fields |
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All hands to the video, take a movie channel cruise |
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Anything but news, all cocooned we climb the stairs |
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Back here in the black fields, we hide behind the trees |
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In chemical breeze, leave a call sign |
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All the kings of the future will hear |
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Civilization was here |
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And how many birds make a sacrifice in the black fields? |
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How many words 'til we pay the price in the black fields? |
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I know disaster grows without looking twice in the black fields |
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To the world outside |
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There was nothing more to see |
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And the story died |
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And the demon keeps below the sea |
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And we cried and cried and cried |
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And how many birds make a sacrifice in the black fields? |
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How many words 'til we pay the price in the black fields? |
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I know disaster grows without looking twice in the black fields |
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From a window, a vision of your world |
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Looks surreal in a blue and gray surround |
