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(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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Years ago he studied holes in the ozone Altogether the weather wasn't fine Whoa they said, too early for predictions We will find solutions in good time Now we're running out of Amazon Sahara just keeps rolling on Later on he wandered in the third world Saw himself the pain and misery Borrow here and maketh in our image All we fashion in our industry Now they owe so much and nothing's changed The army still holds both the reins |
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My-opic, my-my-my-my my-myopic, my-opic There's none so blind who will not see But I am them and they are me The problem is we can't say we, only me |
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Then one day he ran into a woman Just the perfect blend a mystery He was too slow and indecisive She was gone before he looked to see Hesitated, missed his line Now he wears glasses all the time |
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My-opic, my-my-my-my my-myopic, my-opic There's none so blind who will not see Blind as bats could ever be Myopic, I'm hoping; myopic, eyes open Myopic, I'm hoping; myopic, eyes open Myopic, I'm hoping; myopic, eyes open |
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