Well I tore my pages out of my book
across the world, the author cooks.
she pours the wine, I brek the bread
cause we're conencted oooh
were connected
Moods beneather myf amily tree
deeper than the eyes can see
All tangled up like spider webs
Connected, Ohhhhh
Connected, ooooo
Drums in the darkness, you can feel the pulse
First tthan we stoped us, now there is us
All I ever was, all I'll ever beeeee
Connected. Oooooooo
OooooooooOoooooooo
Can you still hear that cosmic spark
When we blow out like grains of sand
Conencted, ooooooo
Connected, Ooooo
Drums in the darkness, you can hear the pulse
First than we stopped us, now it is us
All I ever was, all that I'll ever Beeeeeeeeeee
Connected, Oooooo
Connected, OoooOooo.
Connected, Oooooo.
Connected, Oooooo
So pour the wine, I'll breka the bread
All tangeld up, like spider webs
Yet hear we are like grains of sand
Connceted, Ooooo
Connected, Oooo
Connected, Oooo.
(END - JC)

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