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The trees are spinning oxygen
They're the rockets we should fear
If we go and let 'em off then we will disappear
Yeah, we will disappear, surely, we will disappear

The road is hot and dusty, the desert needs a beer
But if we go and blow it up then we will disappear
We will disappear, surely, we will disappear

If we go and blow it up then we will disappear
We will disappear, surely, we will disappear
We will disappear, surely, we will disappear

We will disappear, surely, we will disappear
We will disappear, surely, we will disappear

We will disappear