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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 |