Look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm just like those
And what about your soul, is it cold
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold
And cars and phones and diamond rings
Bling, bling, those are only movable things
And what about your mind, does it shine
Or are there things that concern you, more than your time
Gone, goin', gone, everything
Gone, give a damn
Gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing
Gone, people, all awkward with their things
Gone
Look at you, out to make a deal
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you're in today
They'll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way
Are you willing to sell, anything
Gone, with your herd
Leave your footprints
We'll shame them with our words
Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone
Gone, goin', gone, everything
Gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds, if they don't wanna sing
Gone, people, all awkward with their things, gone
Gone
(Song by Jack Johnson)
2006-08-08 06:35:27
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answer #1
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answered by Air Bender 2
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You know, you're right!! I'll just go barefoot.....nothing will help me now!
2006-08-02 15:30:19
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answer #2
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answered by Jen 5
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seriously, smoke another one, that's the only way you could be coming up with this sh*t....
2006-08-07 07:00:13
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answered by Megan P 4
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