| Every thought burns into substance
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| Every dream turns into something on a T-shirt
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| Every glance becomes a romance
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| (One little word and you can’t keep it in your pants)
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| Every shout becomes a ziggurat
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| And every prayer becomes a citadel or car-park
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| Every curse becomes a human sacrifice
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| Every good idea becomes a lifetime’s work for someone
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| Watch that time those holy words
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| They all make tracks that your feet just have to follow
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| Every force evolves a form
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| Every urge leads to something you can sit on
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| Every force evolves a form
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| Every impulse ends up as something you can hang your hat on
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| Every put-down becomes a dungeon
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| And every prejudice turns into broken glass and bludgeons
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| Every mystery turns into something you can see
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| And every small desire turns into something you can buy or hire
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| Watch those seeds those gentle words
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| They all make traps you can lose your fucking leg in
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| Every force evolves a form
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| Every urge leads to something you can sit on
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| Every force evolves a form
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| Every impulse ends up as something you can hang your hat on
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| Every thought burns into substance
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| Every dream turns into something on a T-shirt
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| Every glance becomes a romance
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| (One little word and you can’t keep it in your pants)
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| They float above us like a cloud
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| And no one knows where the rain will end up falling
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| Every force evolves a form
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| Every urge leads to something you can sit on
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| Every force evolves a form
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| Every impulse ends up as something you can hang your hat on
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| Every force evolves a form
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| Every force evolves a force evolves a form…
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| (Repeats and fades) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Every Force Evolves a Form , by - Shriekback. Song from the album Sacred City, in the genre Альтернатива