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Don’t let anything knock your props out from under you Always keep your mind clear, let your plans come out of mistakes These are the plans and nothing can tear down Made out of things that have already been torn down Whatever you do, wherever you go Don’t lose your grip on life and that means Don’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machine Music is the language of the mind that travels Carries the key to the laws of time and space Lonesome train whistling down the silent wail of wind Life is the sound, creation has been a song Whatever you do, wherever you go Don’t lose your grip on life and that means Don’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machine Out of order Quick to manufacture their schemes and ideas Faster than any turn a tide can wash you out Word is the music and the people are the song Tomorrows chances feel like a singing god Whatever you do, wherever you go Don’t lose your grip on life and that means Don’t let any earthy calamity knock your dreamer and your hoping machine Out of order From Letras Mania