I don\'t want to grow anything in my heart
I don\'t want to write all these things int he sand
I don\'t wish to listen and not understand
I don\'t want to tramp up the footpath of stares
Don\'t want to be an advocate
Don\'t want to be a momument
There is nothing that grows in your arctic world
I don\'t want to breathe that Smithsonian air
I don\'t want to listen when they toll the bell
\'cos I can\'t take another industrial feast
On the ground, on my back, out there
I want to meet the president
Of a country without sense
There is nothing that grows in his arctic world
There is nothing that grows in your arctic world
There is nothing that grows in this arctic world
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