| Make it plastic make it pay
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| Use it up and throw away
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| Make another just the same, more or less
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| Burn our time down to size
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| Send it up into the skies
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| Hide the evidence with lies, what a mess
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| But we’ve just come from a meeting
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| And we’re sure you’d like to know
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| There’ll be deep blue skies and clear blue waters
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| Everywhere you go
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| 'cos everything’s coming up roses
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| Or so they tell you
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| Coming up smelling of roses
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| Or so they say
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| Yes everything’s coming up roses
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| Or so they tell you
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| Coming up smelling of roses
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| Or so they say
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| In the name of energy
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| We give our problems to the sea
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| But they’ll be back for you and me
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| In or haste, we forget
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| Leaving our mistakes behind
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| Out of sight is out of mind
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| Our disposable mankind
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| What a waste
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| But we’ve talked to the experts
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| And they know a thing or two
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| They say it’s all hunky dory
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| There’s nothing for you to do
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| 'cos everything’s coming up roses
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| Or so they tell you
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| Coming up smelling of roses
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| Or so they say
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| Yes everything’s coming up roses
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| Or so they tell you
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| Coming up smelling of roses
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| Or so they say
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| But it’s an awful price to pay
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| Believing everything they say
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| Here tomorrow gone today
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| So take me home to the red red skies and the
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| Brown, brown grass and the black, black seas
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| And the broken glass and the dead, dead trees
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| But everything’s coming up roses
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| Or that’s what they tell you
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| 'cos everything’s coming up roses
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| Or so they tell you
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| Coming up smelling of roses
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| Or so they say
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| Yes everything’s coming up roses
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| Or so they tell you
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| Coming up smelling of roses
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| Or so they say
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| 'cos everything’s coming up roses |