Where she collapses into the shore
Pump her like product and ask her for more
There a man lay dying in ice
Gsket had busted and pinned him like a vice
As the sun sank into repose
A friend knelt down listened to his dying words as he froze
"Tell my love don't mourn, too intense.
I'm going down to a great good expense.
Now the air is quiet and still.
Wish I was back home on the knell of the hill.
Don't think I won't try.
When I close my eyes.
Whatever the people will drive,
That's what I will survive.
All of my friends, my enemies too.
Live in the shadows of the dirtiest fuel.
Burns the land and its people to ruin.
While wind's always whistling an infinite tune.
Don't think I won't try.
When I close my eyes.
Whatever the people will drive,
That's where I will be alive.
Don't think I won't try
When I close my eyes
Whatever the people will drive,
That's where I will be alive.
That's where I will be alive
That's where I will be alive
That's where I will be alive
That's where I will be alive."
"Now so long," he whispered softly
Closing his eyelids with his face turning grey
When the workers cleaned up the spill
Sent the man home to his knell in the hill
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