.The holes that filled the Albert Hall, waste disposal park
I wanna go where flowers grow, I want to but I can't
The flower rich lowland grass is disappearing fast
The bluebells in the forest groan as we breathe our last
I think I'll go to the exchange like in Soylent Green
I mean .
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