| The air we breathe
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| was diminishing
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| there’s not much clean air left
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| Our fertile land was deserting,
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| there’s not much of it left.
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| Can the world be called Earth?
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| When all her trees are gone,
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| people everywhere breathe the same air,
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| share the same seas,
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| live together on the land.
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| Will human stupid fucking ego
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| sacrifice the world to reach its
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| pleasure?
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| Nature’s
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| gifts
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| all around
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| the human race will not hesitate to destroy them
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| You leave the problems for tomorrow’s generation
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| running away for your present
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| tribulation
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| Mother earth, we should say
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| sorry about the pain
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| We should love you in abundance
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| sorry about the trash
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| Mother earth, we should say
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| We should live and die in front of your burning eyes,
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| We’ll again take dirt
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| you give us life. |
| The human race
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| like terrorists to shatter the peace
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| overall
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| we should be afraid to see you, charming
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| we promise you will see
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| we will clean you up
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| so you could
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| be a peaceful clean place
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| for us all so we can see
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| the blue and green on our planet.
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| We must
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| do it
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| to hear
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| the ocean
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| Mother earth, we should say
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| sorry about the pain
|
| We should love you in abundance
|
| sorry about the trash
|
| Mother earth, we should say
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| like a child we should bow our head
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| with love and pride
|
| The air we breathe
|
| was diminishing
|
| there’s not much clean air left
|
| Our fertile land was deserting,
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| as it drums upon the shore,
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| and imagine all the whales
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| out there and hope
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| they’ll sing some more. |
| We must do it
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| to play and run
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| around the trees and in the fields
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| the human race will not hesitate to destroy them
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| You leave the problems for tomorrow’s generation |