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As he lays himself to rest On a flowerbed Staring at a black coloured ceiling A blanket made of air A pillow made of stone He lays himself to rest Master on his thrown Yeah, yeah, yeah Alarmclock made with feathers Breakfast filled with sand Letras de cancionesWalking past the shoreline His life in his hands Magic fingers draw attention To the people passing by Generocity fills his stomach As it fills his mind Yeah, yeah, yeah The more you have The more you want The less you'll able to give The more you need The more you have to get The less you seem to know What really matters... The more you had The more you wanted The less you'd able to give The more you needed The more you had to get The less you seemed to know What really mattered... Not all that comes to you serves you right Yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania