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Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo |
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Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired. |
| [00:17.21] |
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| [00:18.29] |
I sip my tea and sniff the ocean. |
| [00:25.71] |
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| [00:28.73] |
Not but an hour from now, I will be home. |
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| [00:38.88] |
Swing me low, mark me a coward. |
| [00:46.18] |
|
| [00:48.36] |
The whims of the West must die. |
| [00:52.25] |
|
| [00:53.31] |
Here is the resting ground. |
| [00:57.18] |
|
| [00:58.40] |
here is my smile, my pink little toes. |
| [01:06.62] |
|
| [01:11.91] |
(Bound to your oil machines) |
| [01:16.59] |
|
| [01:18.30] |
Death to the civilized. |
| [01:23.37] |
(Hoarding the land and sea) |
| [01:28.14] |
|
| [01:28.95] |
Death to the civilized. |
| [01:34.40] |
(Stolen through violent means) |
| [01:39.41] |
|
| [01:40.26] |
Death when all want masquerades as need. |
| [01:47.83] |
|
| [01:52.83] |
The marbled godwit line the coast. |
| [01:59.93] |
|
| [02:01.58] |
I grasp for my straw cap; |
| [02:06.01] |
|
| [02:06.81] |
I'm lashed to my brave little raft. |
| [02:11.16] |
|
| [02:12.13] |
The waves do toss this worthy vessel, |
| [02:20.09] |
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| [02:21.97] |
Impress on my tiny brain |
| [02:26.97] |
This strange and dangerous beauty. |
| [02:31.48] |
|
| [02:32.91] |
I feel it's scale, |
| [02:36.55] |
|
| [02:37.16] |
I feel its industry., |
| [02:40.69] |
|
| [02:42.61] |
Making a flea of us |
| [02:47.33] |
And dusting us off |
| [02:50.44] |
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| [02:52.17] |
And talks in a hush, |
| [02:55.88] |
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| [02:57.38] |
A little disappointed. |
| [03:02.13] |
|
| [03:06.91] |
(Bound to your oil machines) |
| [03:12.77] |
Death to the civilized. |
| [03:18.49] |
(Hoarding the land and sea) |
| [03:23.27] |
|
| [03:23.86] |
Death to the civilized. |
| [03:29.64] |
(Stolen through violent means) |
| [03:35.00] |
Death when all want masquerades as need. |
| [03:44.25] |
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