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It used to be when I was three you'd pick up a shell and hear the sea But now we cant do that no more as oil comes flooding to our shore And when my little girl is three there'll be no shells left, thanks BP.
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Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 4:21 PM UTC
No more shells
It used to be when I was three you'd pick up a shell and hear the sea But now we cant do that no more as oil comes flooding to our shore And when my little girl is three there'll be no shells left, thanks BP.
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Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 4:21 PM UTC
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