You movin around place to place
Feet are sore
It's in your face
Since he died you can't stop
Punchin in around the clock
Where's your heart? Slow your pace
Think some more to win this race
Hands can grind, skin can bruise
Kill your faith and you will lose
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
Gold or green, the money train
Rides too fast, brings the pain
You feed your mouth
what do you feed your soul?
You're dressed up in diamonds
and left all alone
What would he say?
Think he can't see?
His youngest daughter,
guess you wanna be free
It's not my place but anyway
Slow on down and meditate
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
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Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?
Move slow
Think twice
Meditate
Wouldn't that be nice?

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