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FANTASY FIELDTRIP
04:42
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this world cannot lean on the lives of the poor
it cannot leach off the forest and ocean floors
(repeat)
people have nothing to do
but work hard for the few
who've played the game
people have nothing to do
but work hard for the few
who are to blame
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha
there's more to life
than a fantasy fieldtrip a total denial,
denial, denial
picking at scabs won't make them heal
imagining a better world, won't make it real
(repeat)
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OUT TO LUNCH
04:23
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They say we're in for it again
I don't mind cuz I've waited all this time
for it to fall, for it to fall, for shit to fall
I've waited.
Like you, I've been so out of touch,
like you, i'v been so out of touch
I've been so out of touch like you,
we've been so out to lunch
Not saying I know the judgement call
not saying I know anything at all
we should all stop waiting for shit to fall
and get up, set up and set on...aaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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OF THIS LAND
03:10
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In this land, it'll come to me come to me
In this land, it'll come to me come to me
In this land, I've seen bits and pieces
and of this land, I've had small glimpses
but I know that it can be, I know that it can be etc.
In this land, we're of this land
so I know that it can be, I know that it can be.
Money and heart do not mix,
there is no monetary fix for this land.
It is like screaming on the inside,
like screaming on a hillside,
across a divide, across a divide
Hope is a blanket wrought with sickness
The indigenous are our witness
in this land, in this land
but I know that it can be, I know that it can be, etc.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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SOUR PARADISE
04:08
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With blinders infront of our eyes
there's a hooded universe inside
without blinders infront of our eyes
we see a sour paradise, a field of lies
so
We all know what we can't ignore
this land, we're fighting for
what the people are dying for
and the children have a right to know
We all know what we can't ignore
this earth we're fighting for
and the people are hungry for
a life and land that's left alone
As civilization declines
we start to open our eyes
lets all run out to the wild
add the words civil and lies
and what you gets not a surprise
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WAR CRY
04:35
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Since I left the womb I've been carving my way
Some carve their own tomb before its over
some chose to watch the clock wishing they weren't sober
Blame the system cuz some chase freedom to the grave
Trying new flavours of belief or ways to feel sane
but we still enslaved
Does your blood run dry?
This is a war cry
Its whether you know your alive and what you're made of
Do the rivers run dry? Does the Mother cry?
Its whether you know she's alive and what you're made of
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