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beaches, make the sand white make the sand, all romantic and shit palm trees, branches, imagine them, green, naive and shining with pride oh arrogant island, be buried in humility like your beaches were buried in ash (buried in ash) who will, remember you, now? (now) billows and billows, see the smoke rise, a smoke stack for every sin but did they believe that, at the center of the island was a volcano? oh no. oh no! who will remember you now? youre dead and gone we came here on a plane, just a couple of scientists, oh oh oh! among the ruins and remains, this island could have been saved, oh oh oh! but some people just choose death and cant see a way out till their bones are all thats left, and their cests are hollowed out some people never know, too caught up in the beautiful that their hearts a volcano |