The moon isn’t such an easy mountain to move
Nothing but breeze in the eye
Pounds of brick, mud and paper
Caves of gold, nothing is safer
To move every moon just with your eye
I wanna know, is nothing sacred?
No, no, no nothing is fake and
Be bold so nothing will chase you this life
Just hold to your dream
Don’t forsake it, you’ll grow
Learn to keep dough then bake it
Don’t throw it away
Life is sacred, alright
The moon isn’t such an easy mountain to move
Nothing but breeze in the eye
Pounds of brick, mud and paper
Caves of gold, nothing is safer
To move every moon just with your eye
I wanna know, is nothing sacred?
No, no, no nothing is fake and
Be bold so nothing will chase you this life
Just hold to your dream
Don’t forsake it, you’ll grow
Learn to keep dough then bake it
Don’t throw it away
Life is sacred, alright
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
The groove of an old and overused good record
You have printed inside of your mind
Ounces thick and weirdly weathered
The sides of its seams all taped together
It holds some of the soul keeps it alive
When I’m dead, I don’t want your tears
I’d rather instead
My songs belong to all not me not mine (Dead!)
Songs will echo o’er the hills of red
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not mine!
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
The groove of an old and overused good record
You have printed inside of your mind
Ounces thick and weirdly weathered
The sides of its seams all taped together
It holds some of the soul keeps it alive
When I’m dead, I don’t want your tears
I’d rather instead
My songs belong to all not me not mine (Dead!)
Songs will echo o’er the hills of red
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not mine!
Nothing but breeze in the eye
Pounds of brick, mud and paper
Caves of gold, nothing is safer
To move every moon just with your eye
I wanna know, is nothing sacred?
No, no, no nothing is fake and
Be bold so nothing will chase you this life
Just hold to your dream
Don’t forsake it, you’ll grow
Learn to keep dough then bake it
Don’t throw it away
Life is sacred, alright
The moon isn’t such an easy mountain to move
Nothing but breeze in the eye
Pounds of brick, mud and paper
Caves of gold, nothing is safer
To move every moon just with your eye
I wanna know, is nothing sacred?
No, no, no nothing is fake and
Be bold so nothing will chase you this life
Just hold to your dream
Don’t forsake it, you’ll grow
Learn to keep dough then bake it
Don’t throw it away
Life is sacred, alright
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
The groove of an old and overused good record
You have printed inside of your mind
Ounces thick and weirdly weathered
The sides of its seams all taped together
It holds some of the soul keeps it alive
When I’m dead, I don’t want your tears
I’d rather instead
My songs belong to all not me not mine (Dead!)
Songs will echo o’er the hills of red
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not mine!
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
How to get the party going?
Spin it on the circle throne
Weirdly weathered record
Turn it high
The groove of an old and overused good record
You have printed inside of your mind
Ounces thick and weirdly weathered
The sides of its seams all taped together
It holds some of the soul keeps it alive
When I’m dead, I don’t want your tears
I’d rather instead
My songs belong to all not me not mine (Dead!)
Songs will echo o’er the hills of red
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not
Songs belong to all, Songs belong to all, not me not mine!
( Multibird )
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