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Been up counting chickensHoping someday they’ll never hatch Drug my soul to the kitchen Closed my doors and hooked the latch Cooking neurons to feed the masses Stopped the bleeding with my patch
Bold world’s spinning axis She’s a heart that’s cold as love Gaze up to watch the orbit Wishing on the stars above A cry is heard from hunger Weeping sorrow of the dove
Our mother’s stolen homeland Pooring teardrops, falling rain Paradise for children Contaminated, urge to gain Destroyed are golden values Nature’s shelter has been slain
I come here mending fences Repair for broken mines Revealing man’s obsession Straying from the lines Wrath is suffered for dawns glory While the swollen sits and dines
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