There's trouble in the air.
People wrongly choose their cares.
The ocean shows and tells.
The beaches speak as well.
I hear their cries
Begging not to die.
Why can't the world?
The beaches may well erode
Before that cigarette you throw
And our sea life can have it for dinner.
Get a grip
We're letting it slip
Little by little
Is day by day
Is year by year
Is that our future?
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