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Methods Of Mayhem
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Metamorphosis - Album Version (Edited)
A seed become a flower A cocoon becomes a butterfly Winter becomes spring time And love becomes a child
The clouds become the rain The sad becomes the pain inside Cryin' becomes a game, yeah-e-yeah And smoke becomes the flame
I'm a father to my son, yeah I'm a son to my father You cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis
Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed becomes a flower
Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed becomes a flower
A boy becomes a man A song becomes a memory of a time in your life A river becomes an ocean And life becomes undone
Feelings become emotion A marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life The boredom becomes the same And guilt turns into pain, yeah Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I'm a father to my son, yeah I'm a son to my father You cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis
Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed becomes a flower
Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed becomes a flower
I'm a father to my son, yeah I'm a son to my father You cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis
Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed becomes a flower
Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin' It doesn't matter if you're Black, Buddhist or Asian We all possess the power, concrete like a tower So delicate seed becomes a flower
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