I was born to start a revolution
to a worldwide resurrection
it would be my contribution
the joy of mens' desires
I was born to start a million fires
was laid in my hand
But I was born a weak and worried thinker
with an eagerness to know myself
that throws it all away
'Cause all I can think of is:
And saturday
Oh, man! What if I just don't give a damn?
and how the golden road can seize to glare
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man.What if I knew how to say: who thought he knew
why some mirrors crack so easily
And every now and then
it seems to me it's come to this
was all i had to give
'Cause all I can think of is:
Love. Oh, Love. But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man.
Seems like a joy surrender.
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