An old man stood and stared into the music store window And he saw a sorta harmonica lyin' there in the sun He thought of the music the harp could be
© & (p) 2007 MONIA PUBLISHING (SOCAN ? BMI) (Produced by SAMJAM MUSIC) Verse I When I was growing up I hear stories About a man who loved unconditionally
Mankind made it hell but in beauty it began And in beauty a new day will arrive We will protect ourselves with modesty We will treat creations with respect
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Movement; every road stretches for a million miles Come on; circular motion takes it straight to the point I wanna know; if the tensions drops would I
Well, I'll see you around Don't want to stay and drown The drama got too thick Makes me sick And I don't wanta talk about it I already thought about it
They say it takes a ring of gold to fix the outer shell so hold on until they return enslave the native tongue to mine their freedom out so hold
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