Being born each day
Not growing old
Earth’s warming up
Mens hearts’ stay cold
And if you don’t care
Well then just say so
And choose choose sides with money
And do as your told
Do as your told
Compassion can’t be bought or sold
Can’t feel the love in your bill fold
What kind of kindness can you hold
With your hands in your pockets
Hiding the gold
Hiding the gold
Poor Gaia
Stayed in bed all day
With a white rose of tissue
Just to chase the sad away
I don’t want to miss you
The more she loves
The more she’s got to loose
The more I love
The more I’ve got to loose
A darkness hides behind your pride
Better watch your mouth when you say
Mine mine mine
You say you love mother nature
And then change your mind
And choose the death of a planet
Everytime everytime
It’s the kind of love you feel
When you’re on your own
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