People Rush To Start Their Day Lyric
People Rush To Start Their Day Lyric. Try getting up a little earlier tomorrow—no 5 a.m. Begin the day with a friendly voice.
And start to dream of somewhere. There’s no bread let them eat cake there’s no end to what they’ll take flaunt the fruits of noble birth wash the salt into the earth but they’re marching to bastille day la. Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights….
There's No Bread, Let Them Eat Cake There's No End To What They'll Take Flaunt The Fruits Of Noble Birth Wash The Salt Into The Earth But They're Marching To Bastille Day The Guillotine Will Claim.
With the people left unguided for so many troubled years in a cloud of doubts and fears their world was torn asunder into hollow hemispheres some fought themselves, some fought each. Must be the ones who start to mold a new reality closer to the heart closer to the heart the blacksmith and the artist reflect it in their art they forge their creativity closer to the heart. And the magic music makes your morning mood.
And Start To Dream Of Somewhere.
Hello good morning, hello good morning how is everyone today cha cha cha hello good morning, hello good morning i’m so glad you came to play cha cha cha. And the men who hold high places must be the ones who start to mold a new reality closer to the heart closer to the heart the blacksmith and the artist reflect it in their art they forge. To relax their restless flight.
Begin The Day With A Friendly Voice.
There's no rush let your body sway take a breath then start the day start the day enjoy it i could run away, be swept up by the wind stand tall like Plays that song that's so elusive. There’s no bread let them eat cake there’s no end to what they’ll take flaunt the fruits of noble birth wash the salt into the earth but they’re marching to bastille day la.
Try Getting Up A Little Earlier Tomorrow—No 5 A.m.
Perhaps my favorite set of lyrics ever. Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights…. We promise you—and your health—won’t regret it.
In The House Where Nobody Laughs And Nobody Sleeps In The House Where Love Lies Dying And The Shadows Creep A Little Girl Hides, Shaking, With Her Hands On Her Ears.
There's no bread, let them eat cake there's no end to what they'll take flaunt the fruits of noble birth wash the salt into the earth but they're marching to bastille day the guillotine will claim.
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