Come back to the land, I said, my peopleWe've drifted
I try to realise the pain of another manI try,
Was looking at a sky of blueBut now it's turned
Hey, Mr Politician, what's going on in your mindThe people
Let me tell you 'bout a tale, my friends, the
To travel life's highways the young and the oldWhich path
Gather round, my children, and I'll tell you a tale
Sometimes it's hard to find directionEspecially when you don't live
You pour cement and call it a riverYou say it's
We build upon the mountains and the valleys so lowWe're
Did you hear about the new bug to hit the
What happened to the treesThe leaves are all deadRoots in
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