I was born to start a revolution it would be my contribution to a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires the joy of mans’ desires was laid in my hand But I was born a weak and worried thinker with an eagerness to know myself that throws it all away
‘Cause all I can think of is: Love and saturday and how the golden road can seize to glare Oh, man! What if I just don’t gave a damn? – How wonderful! But after all the worst can’t be that bad Oh, man... What if I knew how to say: – Stop – No – Let go?
– Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue who thought he knew why some mirrors crack so easily - now, he ain’t got a clue
And every now and then it seems to me it’s come to this - that promises and prophecies was all I had to give
‘Cause all I can think of is: Love and saturday and how the golden road can seize to glare Oh, man! What if I just don’t gave a damn? – How wonderful! But after all the worst can’t be that bad Oh, man... What if I knew how to say: – Stop – No – Let go?
Oh Love the worst can’t be that bad Oh oh oh... Love and saturday and how the golden road can seize to glare Oh, man! What if I just don’t gave a damn? – How wonderful! But after all the worst can’t be that bad Oh, man... Seems like a joy surrender love... |
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