Climbing stairs, door open
Useless the man who accepted rain, did not choose shelter
He thought he had built his house on a rock
But it turned out to be a hollow stone
/>Yet he created the opportunity to weigh that stone down
But laziness flowed through his veins
Like father, like son crowned the relationship
Now you see that he looks so much like his dad
And I tell you it really affected him
He wanted to throw everything out, say he was sorry
But he didn't know exactly what , so it remained undiscussed
And when he was out, his father had flown away
Staring upwards he said, Dad, hold on tight
I don't want to judge, but
What the fuck do you know how to love
Or isn't it
It's just a matter of perspective
You see rubbish on the windows there's dust on your eye
'T it just depends on what you believe in
Everyone has their own perception of the world, good or bad
It just depends on how much value you attach to it
Yes, three little toddlers sat on a fence
One was different from the other, but they were all equally crazy
They grew up, went their own way
Three different processes in the same time period
The first became the last, the last became the first
/>The middle one was safe, but had learned too little
And later said to his children
Yes, daddy had friends who could enjoy it
Mom thought I should cut down on it
At least , that's what the other two thought
Who ultimately decides that you have lived a standard life
Or still, think freely under that mosquito net
Tired of that eternal musical chairs in the local pub
He looks at them and says guests hold on tight
Maybe civil, but at least I know how to love
Or isn't that it
It's just a matter of perspective
See your mess on the windows, there is dust on your eye
It just depends on what you believe in
Everyone has their own perception of the world, good or bad
It just depends on how much value you attach to it
Yes, not fables but parables from the court
From reality checks, ear punches and dates
Displayed in a crate, during the construction of a stall
Soon the market will be in full swing, supply and demand
br/>The merchant shouts loudly
Because whispers are not convincing and people do not want to listen
The passer-by says, isn't that annoying?
Not knowing whether you will eat tomorrow, the market gives you no guarantee
He looks at her and says hold on tight
This life means freedom from me and I love it
Or isn't it
It's just a matter of perspective
You see rubbish on the windows, there is dust on your eye
It just depends on what you believe in
Everyone has their own perception of the world, good or bad
It just depends on how much you value it attaches

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