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Running on empty, the world cannot take the pressure forever. Desolate wasteland, no
Stand outside and breathe the air,
It's a new year they say,
The snow falls On her tail, on his wing. It settles slowly, carefully, silently. During the day, the birds, the dogs run and play while the bears and frogs slumber away.
Looking for a warning sign Amidst Earth’s complex design Light little plastic bags Jellyfish to the turtles with our tags Our pistons out on an ego trip Guzzling so fast, we need an IV drip
I don't care about recycling. I'm not going to say that We should all care for the environment. By saying that people will stop recycling within 50 years I'm right It's a lie when I say that