No matter what color skin,
No matter what language,
And no matter what land.
All people laugh in the same tongue
And cry in the same tongue
Its all an endless batch of song
All on loan
And all only turned loose to sing
Lonely, ah yes!
But it's the flowers and mirrors that now meet my loneliness
Dissolving deep to the depth
Of whatever freedoms they say I have
But that, then, shall remain my song.
There's a movie
The last line proclaims
"Music, man, that's where its at"
That's my religion
And outside the chimes are ringing.
No matter what language,
And no matter what land.
All people laugh in the same tongue
And cry in the same tongue
Its all an endless batch of song
All on loan
And all only turned loose to sing
Lonely, ah yes!
But it's the flowers and mirrors that now meet my loneliness
Dissolving deep to the depth
Of whatever freedoms they say I have
But that, then, shall remain my song.
There's a movie
The last line proclaims
"Music, man, that's where its at"
That's my religion
And outside the chimes are ringing.
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