Samsara overtakes me -
bends, molds, shapes, and creates me
singing, dancing on the wind,
forgetting all about the end.
I destroy my soul at night,
but it starts reforming,
and I wake up
in the morning.
Mmm...the cycle starts again.
Mmm...much to my chagrin.
I want to be a dove,
fly away from love.
I destroy my soul at night,
but it starts reforming,
and I wake up
in the morning.
I'm building up a steam
forgetting how to dream.
I almost lost myself,
the greatest form of wealth.
To enlighten
I gotta quit fighting.
I have to give up
everything.
Mmm...the cycle starts again.
Mmm...much to my chagrin.
I want to be a dove,
fly away from love.
I destroy my soul at night,
but it starts reforming,
and I wake up
in the morning.
Samsara, I've done this all before.
Samsara, circle round some more.
I can see for miles ahead
from the corner of my bed.
I destroy my soul at night,
but it starts reforming,
and I wake up
in the morning.
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