Every Purpose Under the Heaven
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven
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I look at the world, and I notice it's turning - While my guitar gently weeps
Round and round the world we go - Back and forth in time - Always looking for the new sensation - Bigger and better every time
World goes round, life goes on and on and on - You say it's over, but the world keeps turnin' 'round
It was always burning, since the world’s been turning
Going down, going down, round and round - All around, all around, all around
Nothin' comes from talkers but sound - We can talk all we want to, but the world still goes around and round
And the beat goes on
Round and round and round and round and round we go
Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
I could feel the whole world turn round underneath me
And I'm trying to believe in things that I don't know - The turning of the world, the color of your soul
If this world is turning too fast for your head, just remember how bad times can roll instead - Guess I'll have to search the space in my mind, for that stillness in time.
Worlds are turning, and we're just hanging on - Facing our fear and standing out there alone - A yearning, and it's real to me
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
To everything turn, turn, turn - There is a season turn, turn, turn - And a time to every purpose under Heaven
We are turning with the earth so fast - but it feels a lot slower
Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems…
With a wave of his hand, he had made the Earth a planet and set it spinning.
High Time We Made a Stand
Read it in the books, in the crannies and the nooks, there are books to read.
It Was Always Burning Since the World’s Been Turning
And I’m trying to believe in things that I don’t know. The turning of the world, the color of your soul.
We Built This City on Rock and Roll
…how different theories are suddenly introduced to add strength to the edifice.