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Big money goes around the world Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul |
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| 2. |
| 5:07 |
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Different degrees So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal beneath a ton of rock It takes some time and trouble to separate from the stock You sometimes have to listen to a lot of useless talk *Shapes and forms against the norm Against the run of the mill Swimming against the stream Life in two dimensions is a mass production scheme So much poison in power, the principles get left out So much mind on the matter, the spirit gets forgotten about Like a righteous inspiration overlooked in haste Like a teardrop in the ocean, a diamond in the waste Some world-views are spacious And some are merely spaced **Against the run of the mill Static as it seems We break the surface tension with our wild kinetic dreams Curves and lines Of grand designs. *Reprat **Repeat |
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| 3. |
| 5:08 |
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Imagine a time when it all began
In the dying days of a war A weapon that would settle the score Whoever found it first would be sure to do their worst. They always had before Imagine a man where it all began A scientist pacing the floor In each nation, always eager to explore To build the best big stick To turn the winning trick. But this was something more *The big bang took and shook the world Shot down the rising sun The end was begun and it hit everyone When the chain reaction was done The big shots tried to hold it back Fools tried to wish it away The hopeful depend on a world without end Whatever the hopeless may say Imagine a place where it all began Gathered from across the land To work in the secrecy of the desert sand All of the brightest boys To play with the biggest toys More than they bargained for *Repeat Imagine a man when it all began The pilot of "Enola Gay" Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed forevermore *Repeat |
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| 4. |
| 6:10 |
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It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need - In the long run... From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening That flashes and fades In the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark - In the long run... You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance - First you've got to last |
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| 5. |
| 6:21 |
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I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth
Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes are set above Other people than the ones we know and love In every place with a name They play the same territorial game Hiding behind the lines Sending up warning signs *The whole wide world An endless universe Yet we keep looking through The eyeglass in reverse Don't feed the people But we feed the machines Can't really feel What international means In different circles, we keep holding our ground In different circles, we keep spinning round and round We see so many tribes overrun and undermined While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind Better people...better food...and better beer... Why move around the world when Eden was so near? The bosses get talking so tough And if that wasn't evil enough We get the drunken and passionate pride Of the citizens along for the ride **They shoot without shame In the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent Or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world Than the pride that divides When a colorful rag is unfurled *Repeat **Repeat *Repeat |
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| 6. |
| 5:15 |
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The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure Dreams flow across the heartland Feeding on the fires Dreams transport desires Drive you when you're down Dreams transport the ones who need to get out of town the boy walks with his best friend Through the fields of early May They walk awhile in silence One close one far away But he'd be climbing on that bus Just him and his guitar To blaze across the heavens Like a brilliant shooting star The middle-aged madonna Calls her neighbour on the phone Day by day the seasons pass And leave her life alone But she'll go walking out that door On some bright afternoon To go and paint big cities From a lonely attic room It's understood By every single person Who'd be elsewhere if they could So far so good And life's not unpleasant In their little neighbourhood They dream in Middletown |
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| 7. |
| 5:11 |
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When we lift the covers from our feelings We expose our insecure spots Trust is just as rare as devotion Forgive us our cynical thoughts If we need too much attention Not content with being cool We must throw ourselves wide open And start acting like a fool If we need too much approval Then the cuts can seem too cruel Right to the heart of the matter Right to the beautiful part Illusions are painfully shattered Right where discovery starts In the secret wells of emotion Buried deep in our hearts It's true that love can change us But never quite enough Sometimes we are too tender Sometimes we're too tough If we get too much attention It gets hard to overrule So often fragile power turns To scorn and ridicule Sometimes our big splashes Are just ripples in the pool Feelings run high |
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| 5:54 |
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So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know - things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone - Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night Escape the light of day Mystic rhythms - under northern lights Or the African Sun Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms - under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers And we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull Of restless rhythms from afar |
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