The cats are in the flower bed
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A red hawk rides the sky
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I guess I should be happy
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Just to be alive...
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But we have poisoned everything
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And oblivious to it all
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The cell phone zombies babble
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Through the shopping malls
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While condors fall from Indian skies
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Whales beach and die in sand...
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Bad dreams are good
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In the great plan.
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You cannot be trusted
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Do you even know you're lying
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It's dangerous to kid yourself
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You go deaf and dumb and blind.
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You take with such entitlement.
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You give bad attitude.
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You have no grace
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No empathy
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No gratitude
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You have no sense of consequence
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Oh my head is in my hands...
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Bad dreams are good
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In the great plan.
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Before that altering apple
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We were one with everything
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No sense of self and other
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No self-consciousness.
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But now we have to grapple
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With our man-made world backfiring
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Keeping one eye on our brother's deadly selfishness.
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And everyone's a victim!
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Nobody's hands are clean.
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There's so very little left of wild Eden Earth
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So near the jaws of our machines.
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We live in these electric scabs.
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These lesions once were lakes.
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No one knows how to shoulder the blame
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Or learn from past mistakes...
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So who will come to save the day?
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Mighty Mouse?
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Superman?
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Bad dreams are good in the great plan.
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Bad Dreams
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Joni Mitchell |