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Skies on Fire

The skies on fire
Its smoky and red
If we carry on we’re gonna be dead
The skies on fire, we’ve nothing left to burn and yet so much to learn

But it may be to late, the fire is too great
It’s only getting higher,
We’ve burnt the trees, theres no more bees, all this to squeeze that last little bit of profit, now it’s too late the fire is too great

We’ve so much to learn and yet we still burn, theres no trees left soon itlle be our turn

I think we’ve passed the point of no return, the skies on fire whoever said that we were fine was such a lier, sat in their ivory tower, counting their cash but now their is nowhere to dash

The sky is on fire
We’ve nothing left to burn,
Yet so much to learn
We’ve nothing left to burn
And now it’s our turn

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