Portugal. The Man — And I

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Some were reborn
Some were simply shaken free
And some were the colors
That took to the streets

They found in those later years
They knew what we need
It’s love for each other
And every living thing

And all my time (all my time)
Is used
It’s all my only and lonely time too

Some simply shaken free,
Some were the colors,
That took through the streets

They thought in those younger years
They knew what to do
They knew what to say
Had nothing to lose

Now pick up and pack up
The place you were pink
And falling around
Dripping and crawling and
Clawing and inside
You’re missing some sounds

The ones that float, carry
And dance about time,
And space that it lends
Room to be free
Like the sun and the moon
Save for the sounds

Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I

We’ll be reborn
We’ll simply be free
And we’ll be the colors
That pour through the streets

And find in our after years
That we’re all, we’re all the same
We’re all made of colors
And pour through the streets

Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I
Take from the air, take to the streets, and I