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There is an island made out of garbage It's twice the size of the state of Texas It's wall to wall with plastic white trash Adrift upon the sea of indifference In between us and our existence And they call it that great pacific garbage patch Since nineteen fifty we've turned out plastic Nine billion tons of it to be exact And seven billion tons of that nine billion has been thrown in to your trash And five billion of that seven billion Has worked its way out into the ocean Where it is stuck in that great pacific garbage patch So throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care Because we don't Throw your lighters up there, too They're going to be here longer than me and you Don't think they won't So say something or do something From Letras Mania