I looked across the North Sea And the sea looked so dead (I wondered what this place would look like In the next twenty years) But where I'm living All the shop shelves are full Goods to help me shut out Scenes of this dying world And every time I tried to hide The churning of my guts inside Everybody failed to heed the warning Mother, mother I just stand by They push the needle deep inside Pump poison in your veins Intravenous Holidays were different All the things I learnt All the boys were sunning While the skin cancer burnt Just for one split second I saw the great work of man As he turned the forests Into deserts of sand
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