| There’s a bay up in Alaska oh so cold and clear
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| A home for creatures great and small
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| Till the pipeline appeared
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| That bring us fuel to heat our homes
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| And gas for us to drive
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| Now the sea is black with oil
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| And all the fish have died
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| So who`s to tell us why
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| There’s a forest in Brazil sheltered by the rain
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| Where the tall trees make the air we breathe
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| Till the cattle barons came
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| They cleared the land for grazin'
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| Fifty thousand trees a day now the Amazon’s on fire
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| And that’s progress they say
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| But what a price to pay
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| Who’s minding the garden?
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| Who’s holding the seed?
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| Are they planning for tomorrow
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| Or just harvesting their dreams?
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| There’s a line in the Bible
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| Says we’ll reap what we sow
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| And who’ll mind the garden
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| When the garden won’t grow?
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| Who’s minding the garden?
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| Who’s minding, who’s minding?
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| There’s children in the city
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| No one cares how they feel
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| Their playground was the city park
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| Till the drug lords made their deals
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| Now cars drive by night and day
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| And sometimes shots ring out
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| But no one hears their cryin'
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| And no one hears their shouts
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| Is this what life’s about?
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| Who’s minding the garden?
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| Who’s holding the seed?
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| Are they planning for tomorrow
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| Or just harvesting their dreams?
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| There’s a line in the Bible
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| Says we’ll reap what we sow
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| And who’ll mind the garden
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| When the garden won’t grow?
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| There’s a line in the Bible
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| Says we’ll reap what we sow
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| And who’ll mind the garden
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| When the garden won’t grow?
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| Who’s minding the garden
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| Who’s minding
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| When the garden won’t grow?
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| Who’s minding, who’s minding?
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| Who’s minding the garden?
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| Who’s minding, who’s minding?
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| Who’s minding the garden? |