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Every day I see a nwe cloud coming There's one more hole in space Every time I walk across the street I feel the gas blowing in my face We never learn even deserts burn And all politicians lie They don't do nothing till we reach high noon Black moon Ain't nobody gonna walk on water When it falls like acid rain Nobody gonna fake you out Every poison stains We're all struck here right in the middle We never call the tune If we don't get active we'll become immune Black moon In the night see the red sky burning There's fire on the mountain Oil slicks on the sea The black moon is rising How long will it be you take a look around the world The future never waits We're skating on the thin ice And we're in the hands of fate What we need's a little redirection To find our blue lagoon You know it wouldn't come a moment too soon Black moon -------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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Every day I see a nwe cloud coming There's one more hole in space Every time I walk across the street I feel the gas blowing in my face We never learn even deserts burn And all politicians lie They don't do nothing till we reach high noon Black moon Ain't nobody gonna walk on water When it falls like acid rain Nobody gonna fake you out Every poison stains We're all struck here right in the middle We never call the tune If we don't get active we'll become immune Black moon In the night see the red sky burning There's fire on the mountain Oil slicks on the sea The black moon is rising How long will it be you take a look around the world The future never waits We're skating on the thin ice And we're in the hands of fate What we need's a little redirection To find our blue lagoon You know it wouldn't come a moment too soon Black moon -------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon england's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god On england's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was jerusalem builded here Among these dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built jerusalem In england's green and pleasant land. |
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