The air is one and the water two
Salt and fresh
We bleed we cry we care we wake we sleep we dream we think.
Sky above and earth below
Round ball of iron
At the center of us all
Iron in our blood
That same color red
Without dead
Salt and fresh
We bleed we cry we care we wake we sleep we dream we think.
Sky above and earth below
Round ball of iron
At the center of us all
Iron in our blood
That same color red
Without dead
Today is new tomorrow not here
Yesterday a vapor that shouldn't hang on
Blown away by the setting sun and the rising moon
The man said there is a hurt, a feeling
Of being less than
At the root of our troubles
The business of war continues to thrive
While others among us struggle to survive
Keep alive
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