"What goes around comes around..."
The earth is a moving thing
A music box for king's music, a box
You stone your house even if it's of glass
Don't shove me around, I'm hanging on the edge
The earth is a moving thing
A music box for king's music, a box
You stone your house even if it's of glass
Don't shove me around, I'm hanging on the edge
While creation can take years,
Destruction is too easy
And if you live in a glass house
You shouldn't be throwing stones
The nature strikes back whatever your status
Gather good karma along the way
There's enough to do for everyone, work to be done,
to keep our children's dreams from fleeing their hands
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Everything is changing into concrete, advertisements
The young inside concrete establishments
That's the kind of horizon I see
But I guess I'm bouncing forward still
Save the women, children from the season
Let's go against evil with the help of music
Like the water fills the oceans
The land gets filled with culture
They can't turn this into a one year fad only
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Into the thick of things
From top to root
From brain to heart
Old eyes won't see
what the young eyes are going to see
Evolution so demanding that we get left behind
Your future plans should be crystal clear already as a child
Evolution demands success
The balance is bound to suffer
Tell me to bail water from a dried up well
Don't pressure me with your ads
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