Nhạc sĩ: Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Maurice Gibb
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There's a lie in what we do and a whisper something new Everything you witness seem to let you down So can't you look me in the eye and open my eyes And you've been thirsty for the thing you found Close your eyes and make a wish I don't wanna mess with mother nature No, I like your mind You said I could see You're with another and we all get satisfied It's a form of evolution It's a kind of moving on When they turn us on so black And we're the ones When the love is gone again It's a case of destiny We look for the same, same things To pick a middle to a little deviation So I feel all alone up inside I can see or see no one Are you just together or you dance alone? Are you the real deal in the end? Love it or hate it, I don't care If you did it illegal in the day that you saw Oh yes Close your eyes and make a wish You know we could cater to the animal No, I like your mind You spit in my face You're with your lover and the frame is paralyzed It's a form of evolution It's a kind of moving on It's a cycle of emotion In the end of what lies In the storm of revolution What is done can't be undone We look for the same, same things To pick a middle to a subtle variation To pick a middle to a subtle variation Close your eyes and make a wish You don't wanna mess with mother nature No, I like your mind The second I could see You with another and we all get satisfied It's a form of evolution It's a kind of moving on An eternal source of pleasure In the end of what lies In the storm of revolution What is done can't be undone We look for the same, same things To pick a middle to a subtle variation It's a form of evolution It's a kind of moving on It's a cycle of emotion In the end of what lies In the storm of revolution What is done can't be undone We look for the same, same things To pick a middle to a subtle variation In the storm of revolution What is done can't be undone An eternal source of pleasure In the end of what lies In the storm of revolution What is done can't be undone We look for the same, same things To pick a middle to a subtle variation