Sparkle on the ocean
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Eagle at the top of a tree
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Those crazy crows always making a commotion
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This land is home to me.
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I was talking to my neighbor
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He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this,
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I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right back down here
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Back to this heavenly bliss."
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You see those lovely hills
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They won't be there for long
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They're gonna tear 'em down
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And sell them to California
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Here come the toxic spills
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Miners poking all around
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When this place looks like a moonscape
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Don't say I didn't warn ya...
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Money, money, money...
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Money makes the trees come down
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It makes mountains into molehills
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Big money kicks the wide wide world around.
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Black bear in the orchard
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At night he's in my garbage cans
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He's getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him
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He's got a right to roam this land.
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I feel like Geronimo
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I used to be as trusting as Cochise
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But the white eyes lies
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He's out of whack with nature
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And look how far his weapons reach!
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Spirit of the water
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Give us all the courage and the grace
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To make genius of this tragedy unfolding
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The genius to save this place.
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This Place
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| Joni Mitchell |
