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The horses danced in their skin
The taste of ash and sulphur on our lips
Rivers clouds and cities all aflame
Continents and mountain ranges
The sun went out the sky turned red
We're all playing cards as the ship goes down
Someday this will all be gone
Someday the ground will give way
You've left us with a barren earth
A scorching waste
With all the life of coal
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