Wouldn't it be great
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to see the African plains
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before they lay them to waste
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and only the bones remain
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Wouldn't it be poetry to shoot
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holes in the poachers we see
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with an elephant gun
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Men in helicopters fly
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shooting rhinos
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from out of the sky
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Why do we always assume
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the planet is ours to ruin
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what a legacy
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we're leaving behind
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what a legacy
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Wouldn't it be something
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for the men killing dolphin
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to be caught up by their necks
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in their greedy fishing nets
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Wouldn't it be irony
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if the tuna fish canneries
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were to fall into the sea
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The dolphins and the whales
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still left alive
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cry to the stars
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in the deep blue night
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There's nowhere to hide
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the people on earth
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will not be denied
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what a legacy
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we're leaving behind
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what a legacy
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<Interlude>
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Wouldn't it be odd
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if there really was a God
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and he looked down on earth
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and saw what we've done to Her
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Wouldn't it be just
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if He pulled the plug on us
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and took away the sun
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Men in helicopters fly
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shooting rhinos
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from out of the sky
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Why do we always assume
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the planet is ours to ruin
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Oh The dolphins
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and still left alive
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I cay in the deep blue night
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There's nowhere to hide
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the people on earth
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will not be denied
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what a legacy
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we're leaving behind
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what a legacy
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we're leaving behind
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we're leaving behind
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Men in Helicopters
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| Adrian Belew |
