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| 5:40 | 
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Should I close my eyes and
prophesize Hoping maybe some day come Should I wet the ground with my own tears Crying over what`s been done Should I lift the dirt and plant the seed Even though I`ve never grown Should I wet the ground with the sweat from my brow And believe in my good work My good work My good work My good work Hey there, I`m flying up above Looking down on the tired earth I can see I can see potential Speaking through you speaking to you From all of heaven`s possibility Power hey do you know how it works Hey do you know that the meek They shall inherit the earth You should work you should work Yeah for yourself and the family Should I hit the water or stay on dry land Even though I`ve never swam Take machete into the brush Though at first there is no path Taste the warpaint on my tongue As it`s dripping with my sweat Place my gaze in the future`s path Seeing things that ain`t come yet Hope to watch the victory dance After whole days work is done Hope to watch the victory dance In the evening`s setting sun Hope to watch the victory dance Over many lives to come Hope to watch the victory dance In the evening`s setting sun Setting sun Setting sun setting sun Hope to dance the victory dance After the days work is done Hope to dance the victory dance In the evenings setting sun Hope to dance the victory dance Over many lives to come Hope to dance the victory dance In the evenings setting sun Setting sun |
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| 2. |
| 7:20 |
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Spinning out, gracefully
Going nowhere, quickly I'm older, day by day But still going back to my childhood way Circuital Round and round patiently Getting lost by the guide And I'm all worked up over nothing Circuits All in and out Connect my body Deep into the ground Circuits Connect the earth to the moon And link our heavenly bodies And not a moment too soon Well you can fling open the windows Or you can board them up Satan's jeweled crown Or Christ's humble cup You think you'll find yourself out there Out in the lion's den In some bloody battle Over belief systems Or disappear into the vacuum Total neutrality Where you can't lose nothing But nothing can be gained Well anyway you cut it We're just spinning around Out on the circuits Over the hallowed grounds Out on the circuits Over the hallowed grounds Ending up in the same place That we started out Right back in the same place Right back in the same place That we starting out Let her know |
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| 3. |
| 3:18 | 
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| 4. |
| 4:17 |
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It matters to me
Took a long time to get here If it would have been easy I would not have cared Like a tropical forest Like a cop on the beat When all is in order You get lost in the heat I feel so wonderful, wonderful, Wonderful the way I feel I feel so wonderful, wonderful, Wonderful the way I feel Doesn't matter to me I could take it or leave it I can learn from way back when And still live right now With the sun on my shoulders And the wind at my back I will never grow older At least not in my mind I feel so wonderful, wonderful, Wonderful the way I feel I feel so wonderful, wonderful, Wonderful the way I feel So wonderful Wonderful the way I feel I feel so wonderful, wonderful, Wonderful the way I feel I'm going where there ain't no fear I'm going where the spirit is real I'm going where the living is easy and the people are kind A new state of mind I'm going where there ain't no police I'm going where there ain't no disease I'm going where there ain't no need to escape from what is Only spirits at ease |
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| 5. |
| 3:22 |
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| 6. |
| 4:19 |
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| 7. |
| 3:45 |
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| 8. |
| 3:20 |
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| 9. |
| 4:31 |
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Slow, not the meter of today
But I'm not singing for night anyway This slow, slow tune You, somewhere in the future listening I hope the present for you is glistening With notes that ring so true This slow, slow tune Slow, slow tune Slow, daddy's playing just for you The tempo's right, I'm in a mellow mood Ooh, this slow, slow tune Gotta radiate the gold Gotta radiate the gold Gotta radiate the gold True, daddy is singing just for you Do you hear 'em baby anymore Now that you've outgrown this slow, slow tune Cold, wear for me that all you own You decide the pace, you set the tone Your future now your own This slow, slow tune Slow, slow tune |
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| 5:13 |
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