left in me Now I need to find a way I don't want to lose you Not before I change I don't need to use you Nothing more I'd gain I think I'm scared Of
left in me Now I need to find a way I don't want to lose you, not before I change I don't need to use you, nothing more I'd gain I think I'm scared
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is bizarre, not bein far from Mars Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays Stay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey Pretty legs, of course, soft
Right back at you,ready to cook this shit! Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone statues(planes crashin!) Verse Two: Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to gain
of the wealth of the so called developed nations Has been gained at the expense of the Third World From whom natural resources, both mineral and human
president in the drop, it's on now though The end of life, for now So I think it's the ozone, bad to the bone bone Mother Nature be long gone And don
for radical wilderness restoration! Deep ecology must become the religion of future generations!!! Economic gains are invalid reasons for nature's exploitation
...you should know the truth and the truth shall set you Free." Verse 1 I was raised like a muslim Prayin' to the east Nature of my life relates
you? - at these seeds of mine. You question the cure's causes, but Logic and Reason do not answer, and Nature runs her courses. I
You don't know me but you'd like to Why'd you think I stood beside you? Not concerned with how this might fall Nature become prowl at nightfall When
love song This is a life song We going six years strong with no sign of regret With each year we gain in force With ups and downs of course Yeah, my
killing these guys with my feet Today it's a stage maybe later it's a cosmic course The general I be rocking on the horse On the strength of course don
game, I just play it to play it I put my feet in the footprints left to me Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy Man my brother hustled so, naturally
not bein far from Mars Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays Stay and paid for real, 'til I'm old and grey Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees
Right back at you,ready to cook this shit! Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone statues(planes crashin!) [Verse Two:] Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to gain
new possessions. Most of the wealth of the so called developed nations Has been gained at the expense of the Third World From whom natural resources,
