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Written By: Carlos Santana & Michael Shrieve
Nothing is new they say under the sun
but then again my soul feels a change
it feels so new
life is an open vision of the highest bliss
because of you - life is new
because of you - life is new
because of you - life is new
because of you I can fly in the sky - your home
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Written by: Carlos Santana, Tom Coster & Michael Shrieve
It's a game of give & take
Life's a game of give & take
early in the morning
get your concentration on your meditation
take the right direction
for future destination, for future destination
Talk about your woman, give her some respect
She'll give you her devotion, not just outside emotion
Talk about your country, there's really no such thing for me
The whole world, the whole world is one big family
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You in time with music of the universe
Doctor of mother earth
We are all one
We are all one with the sun
Reflecting words to say
Silently I want to be
With symphonies of stars
You came singing through my soul
I see you in the golden sunset
Glowing through my soul
We are all one with the sun
In the summertime we went to the sea
How smooth plate how calm against
These skies dancing in your eyes.
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Written by: Carlos Santana
What's wrong with you
Can's you live by the way you preach
change in time to see some more
and forget about the things you need
but I know that just being around
It's easy to go down hill
starting from day to day
I'll seek only my lords way
so I'll be happy, free and unafraid day to day
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I am just a mirage
Oh - I am just a mirage
when you look at me
thru your crystal glass you will see
that I am now your past
but you give your love to me
In your life I wasn't meant to be.
Oh I am just a mirage
Oh I am just a mirage
Just a mirage fading away like water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am just a mirage
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am just a mirage
I am just a mirage
But until that day has come
When you say I'll be your only one
I will live the way it's meant for me
With ups and downs and mystery.
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