My Morning Jacket: Wordless Chorus

Wordless Chorus, vier minuten en acht seconden sex met My Morning Jacket...

So much goin on these days
Forget about instinct
It's not what pays

Pleasure, up and down my smile
A carton of eggs think
It's all worthwhile.

Tell me spirit, what has not been done?
I'll rush out and do it
Or are we doin it now?

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Fissure is the thrill of the day
Forget about feeling
That's not what pays

But you know
All of this can change
Remember the promise as a kid you made

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We are the innovators
They are the imitators

Come on
Hey don't you know how we started...
We forgot about love
But weren't brokenhearted