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Well It’s Not The End Of The World

People speeding along the streets,
There cars take them anywhere they want to go,
But soon there is no oil,
Well it’s Not the End of the World.

The power plant sends plumes of smoke up into the atmosphere,
So that the people can stare a the dim electric glow of there TV’s,
But one day the fumes block out the bright light of the sun,
Well it’s Not the End of the World.

The people could eat all the food they wanted,
After all this world has plenty,
But now the soil is dead thanks to drought,
Well it’s Not the End of the World.

The spacemen took off today,
Going to explore new planets,
Because this one is poisoned and dyeing,
Well it’s Not the End of the World.

But I’ll tell you when it is the end of the world,
It’s when the crying child finds that they’ve been left with a broken planet,
For there ancestors believed they had it all under control,
But they where wrong and now there children are left with nothing,

Well that’s The End of the World.

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