The first flute carved from the first fauna [Refrain 1] Utopia
It’s not elsewhere
Let’s purify [Verse 2] You assigned me to protect our lantern
To be intentional about the light [Refrain 2] Utopia
It isn’t elsewhere
It’s here [Verse 3] My instinct has been shouting at me for years
Saying, “Let’s get out of here!”
Huge toxic tumour bulging underneath the ground here
Purify, purify, purify, purify toxicity
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