As you look at people and seek inside them, some are they really lost? How many of them are there? the better thing is we try to change and we try to become better. So, people turn into empty vessels. Difficult to get them to go to a place. Maybe it is what is best.
I just want to talk to you, I won't uh, do you no harm
I just want to know about your different lives, on this here people farm
I heard some of you got your families living in cages, tall and cold
And some just stay there and, dust away past the age of old
Is this true? Please let me talk to you.
I just want to know about the rooms behind your minds
Do I see a vacuum there or am I going blind?
Or is it just uh, remains from vibrations and echoes long ago,
Things like "Love the World" and uh, "Let your fancy Flow"?
Is this true? Please let me talk to you. Let me talk to you.
I have lived here before, the days of ice, and of course this is why I'm so concerned.
And I come back to find the stars misplaced And the smell of a world that has burned.
A smell of the world that has burned, yeah well, maybe, maybe it's just a change of climate.
I can dig it. I can dig it baby, I just want to see.
So where do I purchase my ticket? I would just like to have a ringside seat.
I want to know about the new Mother Earth, I want to hear and see everything.
I want to hear and see everything. I want to hear and see everything.
Aw, shucks
If my daddy could see me now
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
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