Move On Through

A poor man on a street somewhere

His crowd's walking by acting just like he's not there at all

He keeps on playing for what they don't want to spare him

But by the look of his happy face

Right now he doesn't really care

Some babies being raised on razorblades

Some choke on golden spoons

Everybody needs their own way to

ease all the rashes inside a while

And it's why the poor man's putting on a smile

Can't get enough of this sensation

So pure in every way, giving this man his

everyday reincarnation

Every time his heart is feeling blue

touched by the music he can move on through

A rich girl in a private jet

Holds on to the part cause her future is already set

She'd save a thousand souls in Africa gladly

While they're taking her somewhere else

She cranks the volume in her headphones to forget

Some babies being raised on razorblades

Some choke on golden spoons

Everybody needs their own way to

ease all the rashes inside a while

And it's why the poor man's putting on a smile

Can't get enough of this sensation

So pure in every way, giving this girls her

everyday reincarnation

Every time her heart is feeling blue

touched by the music she can move on

While time is slipping through the hourglass

Let's sing at the top of our lungs:

- We're are all the same!"

Knowing that before our fate we're all the same

Let's sing this great refrain!

Can't get enough of this sensation

giving us people everyday reincarnation

Every time we are feeling blue

Touched bt the music we can't get

enough of this sensation

So pure in every way, giving us people

everyday reincarnation

Every time we are feeling blue

Touched by the music we will

Move on through