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Looking through a pair of sad eyes
Never feeling glad eyes
Wanting things that never had eyes
In the middle of up stream

Want the pictures in the green frame
Reputation with a clean name
Sing a tune without the dream fame
For a hundred maybe two

So smoke big factory

Now they're blowing up the islands
And they're shooting in the highlands
Soon I know they'll be on my lands
It is a bitter tale for true

So smoke big factory

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