Hair (Musical)
We starve, look at another short of breath, walking proudly in our winter coats,
Wearing smells from lab´ratories, facing a dying nation
of moving paper fantasy,
List`ning for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes.
Somewhere, inside something, there is a rush of greatness.
Who knows what stands in front of our lives;
I fashion my future on films in space.
Silence tells me secretly ev´rything, ev´rything.
Singing my space songs on a spiderweb sitar,
"Life is around you and in you."
Answer for Timothy Leary, deary.
Chorus:
Let the sun shine
Let The Sunshine In
The sun shine in
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(hinzugefügt von Beccy)