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( s/Winter/Kale)
Lookin through a pair of sad eyes
Never feelin glad eyes
Wantin things they never had eyes
In the middle of up stream
Want the pictures in the green frame
Reputation with a clean name
Sing a tune without the dream fame
For a hundred maybe two
So smoke big factory
Now theyre blowin up the islands
And theyre shootin in the highlands
Soon I know theyll be on my lands
Tis a bitter tale for true
So smoke big factory