Do the human race belong a hundred men
In a time forgotten, way back when
Or feeble handshakes and a dirty face
Belong a hundred men to the human race
Time runs out and the young are ageing
Sea-levels rise higher and the climates changing
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth wont hurt so much
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Who knows when things are changing
Mountains move quicker, and a storm is raging
Salts on board to create a thirst
Those last, will soon be first
Forget what you heard this time yesterday
Nobody's listening, at any rate anyway
It's about time we put an end to it
Before it puts an end to us
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Half torn
Half torn
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
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English
Do the human race belong a hundred men
In a time forgotten, way back when
Or feeble handshakes and a dirty face
Belong a hundred men to the human race
Time runs out and the young are ageing
Sea-levels rise higher and the climates changing
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth wont hurt so much
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Who knows when things are changing
Mountains move quicker, and a storm is raging
Salts on board to create a thirst
Those last, will soon be first
Forget what you heard this time yesterday
Nobody's listening, at any rate anyway
It's about time we put an end to it
Before it puts an end to us
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Half torn
Half torn
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
In a time forgotten, way back when
Or feeble handshakes and a dirty face
Belong a hundred men to the human race
Time runs out and the young are ageing
Sea-levels rise higher and the climates changing
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth wont hurt so much
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Who knows when things are changing
Mountains move quicker, and a storm is raging
Salts on board to create a thirst
Those last, will soon be first
Forget what you heard this time yesterday
Nobody's listening, at any rate anyway
It's about time we put an end to it
Before it puts an end to us
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Can't sleep until it turns bright
Plastic bag on a string's a home-made kite
Half torn and the colour blue
Five pence from the offy in John Street
Half torn
Half torn
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Half torn
Forget whatever you think you know
So the truth won't hurt so much
Writer: Josh O'Kane
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