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%    Do you ever get the feeling, that it's all coming true
     Do you ever get the feeling, that it's all coming true

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     And it's all being realised by you
     And it's all being recognised by you

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     Do you ever get the feeling, what was prophesised was true
     Do you ever get the feeling, Nostradamus told us true

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     And it's all being witnessed now by you
     And it's all being witnessed now by you

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     The faces of the children, in the artist's loving hands
     The waters of the oceans, and the rivers running dry

                            F  Bb
     Are all returning into sand
     It brings a tear to your eye

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     The waters of the oceans, and the rivers running dry
     The faces of the children, in the artist's loving hands

                              F  Bb                 Dm
     It brings a tear to your eye, don't let Terra die                   Go %(2)
     Are all returning into sand, slipped right through our hands

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            Bb
     Do you ever get the feeling                    END