[Critical Mass / Wind On The Water]
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Over the years you have been hunted
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by the men who throw harpoons
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And in the long run he will kill you
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jus to feed the pets we raise,
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put the flowers in your vase
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and make the lipstick for your face.
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Over the years you swam the ocean
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Following feelings of your own
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Now you are washed up on the shoreline
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I can see your body lie
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It's a shame you have to die
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to put the shadow on our eye
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Maybe we'll go,
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Maybe we'll disappear
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It's not that we don't know,
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It's just that we don't want to care.
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Under the bridge
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Over the foam
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Wind on the water,
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Carry me home.
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To The Last Whale
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| Crosby & Nash |
