Songtexte Closer to the Truth - Tony Joe White
                                                Strong 
                                                instinct 
                                                for 
                                                survival
 
                                    
                                
                                                Romantically 
                                                insane
 
                                    
                                
                                                Moving 
                                                soft 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                edge 
                                                of 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                panther 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Manipulated 
                                                rebels
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                total 
                                                disregard 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                rules
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                pride 
                                                comes 
                                                tumbling 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                great 
                                                white 
                                                stallion
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                move 
                                                closer 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                search 
                                                continues 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                meaning
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                build 
                                                the 
                                                cathedrals 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                we 
                                                keep 
                                                our 
                                                weapons 
                                                ready
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looming 
                                                dark 
                                                against 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                taking 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                forest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Changing 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                room 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                view
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                trees 
                                                fall 
                                                like 
                                                dominoes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                move 
                                                closer
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                eagle 
                                                watches 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                mountain
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                warriors 
                                                turn 
                                                into 
                                                fools
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                dice 
                                                are 
                                                thrown 
                                                on 
                                                sacred 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                move 
                                                closer 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                who's 
                                                gonna 
                                                tell 
                                                the 
                                                children
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                the 
                                                rivers 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                flow 
                                                cystal 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                keep 
                                                leaving 
                                                scars 
                                                on 
                                                Mother 
                                                Earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                moving 
                                                closer 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                truth
 
                                    
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