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O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [2 Disc] (The Residents) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [4 Disc] (The Residents) · Our World, Our Way [Bonus Tracks] (Dem Franchize Boyz) · Our World, Our Way (Dem Franchize Boyz) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) – and 90 other albums »


Nothing is the way it seems
Discerning man from machines now

Dominate as to erase
Wiping man off Earth's face now

Defaced by all the inept
the wounded man
Who felt no pain
By the wayfaring stranger
Who knew our names
We were blessed by the homeless man
Who showed us the way home
Blessed by
skies?
No frowns today, just smiles that will brighten our way
And I'll take this old man by the hand
To begin again

Shall we sail away with bluebirds
repentance ignored

And I have been blamed
And I have been repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended

I am a man who has grown from a son
Been
Time is forever ours

It's the way that you smile
It's the way that you cry
Why I always want to be your man 
It's the way that I feel, when I feel
her we pray Jah man. 

Man was made to suffer, yeah, 
And women was made to feel the pain. 
Stay by our side 
And guide us we pray Jah man
my arms
Pray with me eternally
Time is forever ours

It's the way that you smile
The way that you cry
Why I always want to be your man
it's
Jah man

Man was made to suffer, yeah
And women were made to feel the pain
Stay by our side and guide us we pray, Jah man
Give us all your blessing
By the one way out
Strange voice shout
"Don't let that good man out!"

"Have a wonderful day in our one-way world
One way, one day
Have
O lucky man
Make this scene, make a fist
Take us by hand
Lead us from our boomtown ways
O lucky man
Small town boys are nowhere going
You'll find his
Time is forever ours

It's the way that you smile
It's the way that you cry
Why I always want to be your man 
It's the way that I feel, when I feel
in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne

Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man

I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by
tapping our computers and telephones

What if Al Quaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by the government's
to the end
I see my life and I have sinned
It's too late to change our ways
For man has seen his final days

Solar winds that parch the land
Minions are
Yesterday I was
Half the man I used to be
Oh, maybe that's because
You're the other half of me
Like the spring in bloom
The summer of our love
if you can, to understand
I'm just a man of a planet in a galaxy
Milky Way

** We are children of the universe
We are the first
One by one we seek
Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door
Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door
Cause there's a man
We're far apart but our hearts are holding hands
Yes it's hard to sit here by myself each night
Not knowing where you are or when I'll hold you
there's a man down there, 
Might be your man, I don't know.

Lord you got me trapped woman, 
Up on the second floor,
If I get by this time 
I won't be
We're far apart but our hearts are holding hands
Yes it's hard to sit here by myself each night
Not knowing where you are or when I'll hold you
spinnin' round

Rollin' wheel, rollin' on
Takin' us all on our way
Rollin' wheel, rollin' on
Takin back all that they gave
Takin' us all on our way
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
I can tell by the way you baby talk
I can see by the way you treat your man
I can love you baby until it's a crying shame

I don't want you
Decisions are made over our heads
But there is a way to refuse and resist
We don't need to be ruled with the iron fist
We are the people
We are strong