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Sheltered from the pain outside The walls that hold us in A pane of glass as a reminder Of our very sins Children crying in the streets Waste washed away by rain The homeless folk we never greet Lying in silent pain Land that's scarred by roads we've tarred Ugly electric pylons Steaming vents misting up The door steps that we cry on Starvation, violence, emotional abuse Love for money with no excuse Scraping skies with devilish horns The ozone layer that we've torn But far into the distance The birds chirp in the trees Beauty flows right down the river For free, for no fee