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On Nature Lyrics
Ahh
Ahh
There is a place in the bottom of the soul,
It's no bread of restitution
Hearts splash fly like dough
Where there is no pollution
You would know words to hold
Folks question your solutions
Bedrock of a river that flowed
No times, present or future
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
Only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
Type, fire and water be strong with compassion
In the morning we're born everlasting
Like the grass by the sea
And in with the wind which knocks ya down time and again
We remain and sing
Stand until the dawn of day carries us away
As we sway through the phases of each generation
We leave our trace and then leave this station
Fierce fronts, fantasy phased
No blame, untamed or spoken
Shiggy walks through this space
On dry land that's cracked and broken
We came to taste the rain
We're just, widows and orphans
Not afraid to feel the pain
Or to leave behind our notions
Bathe in showers, taste the tension,
Hear the howl, climb the mountain,
Kiss the cold and heal the frozen
Read the dreams in this here dungeon
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
Only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
There is fire in these leaves and therefore naturally,
I'm not afraid to face these seasons
'Cuz, times change and there's no one to blame
Even when the day is leavin'
Will you rise like a lion in the morning sun
Or will ya, just lay there bleedin'
When the time has come, return to the kingdom
Close my eyes and be screamin "freedom"
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
We are men of nature
We are made from [freedom] the earth
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
Only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
Only bein' only breathin'
We're just children of believers
Children of believers
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Children of believers
We're just children of believers
Only bein' only breathin'
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
We are made from the earth
We are men of nature
We're just children of believers
Only bein' only breathin'
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
We are made from [freedom] the earth
We are men of nature
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Close my eyes and be screamin "freedom"
When the time has come, return to the kingdom
Or will ya, just lay there bleedin'
Will you rise like a lion in the morning sun
Even when the day is leavin'
'Cuz, times change and there's no one to blame
I'm not afraid to face these seasons
There is fire in these leaves and therefore naturally,
We're just children of believers
Only bein' only breathin'
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
We are made from the earth
We are men of nature
Read the dreams in this here dungeon
Kiss the cold and heal the frozen
Hear the howl, climb the mountain,
Bathe in showers, taste the tension,
Or to leave behind our notions
Not afraid to feel the pain
We're just, widows and orphans
We came to taste the rain
On dry land that's cracked and broken
Shiggy walks through this space
No blame, untamed or spoken
Fierce fronts, fantasy phased
We leave our trace and then leave this station
As we sway through the phases of each generation
Stand until the dawn of day carries us away
We remain and sing
And in with the wind which knocks ya down time and again
Like the grass by the sea
In the morning we're born everlasting
Type, fire and water be strong with compassion
We're just children of believers
Only bein' only breathin'
Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt
We are made from the earth
We are men of nature
No times, present or future
Bedrock of a river that flowed
Folks question your solutions
You would know words to hold
Where there is no pollution
Hearts splash fly like dough
It's no bread of restitution
There is a place in the bottom of the soul,
Ahh
Ahh
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