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Sea of Tranquility

Sea of Tranquility

In America when the shit hits the fan
I will have seen it coming
In Europe when the shit hits the fan
They won't be looking
In Africa when the shit hits the fan
It was a long time coming
In the Orient when the shit hits the fan
They will deny it
All countries are third world countries
In Venezuela the shit has hit the fan
That is the model
Upon which the fan man plans
To destroy the world
Let me tell you about it
Nothing is as it seems
Especially
For those who could care less
Going about their lives
In a sea of tranquility

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