| Ah, mercy, mercy me,
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Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no. |
Where did all the blue skies go? |
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east. |
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Mercy, mercy me, |
Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no. |
Oil wasted on the ocean and upon |
our seas fish full of mercury, |
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Oh, mercy, mercy me. |
Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no, no. |
Radiation underground and in the sky; |
animals and birds who live near by are dying. |
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Oh, mercy, mercy me. |
Ah, things ain't what they used to be. |
What about this over crowded land? |
How much more abuse from man can she stand? |
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