I saw the world
Spinning like a toy
Spinning like a toy
Hate seems so small
Compared to it all
So why don't you do joy?
Why must you stand
Holding your own hand?
Why won't you see me?
Why won't you help me?
Why won't you love me?
Hate is a chain
It all comes back again
It all comes back again
Everything you do
Returns at last to you
So why don't you do love?
Why must you stand
Holding your own hand?
Why won't you see me?
Why won't you help me?
Why won't you love me?
I saw the world
Spinning like a toy
Spinning like a toy
Spinning like a toy
Spinning like a toy
Hate seems so small
Compared to it all
So why don't you do joy?
Why must you stand
Holding your own hand?
Why won't you see me?
Why won't you help me?
Why won't you love me?
Hate is a chain
It all comes back again
It all comes back again
Everything you do
Returns at last to you
So why don't you do love?
Why must you stand
Holding your own hand?
Why won't you see me?
Why won't you help me?
Why won't you love me?
I saw the world
Spinning like a toy
Spinning like a toy
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2017/4/26 - 20:45
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Nel disco “Balaklava”