Songtexte




We are here, though we′re not
It's like spring, the first of March
Sleeping mind, wake it up
Sleeping mind, wake it up
What is real, all alive
Will the sun rise through the clouds?
We are tired, or it′s gone
Sleeping mind, all alone
We are here, though we're not
It's like spring, the first of March
Sleeping mind, wake it up
Sleeping mind, wake it up



Autor(en): Daddy Was A Milkman



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