Seen many a thing happen down here
Things to please the eyes
Sounds to fill the ears
All those wasted years
Poured into my goblet wine and wisdom
Not a drop escaped my lips
Not a thing escaped my dome
And I sat on my throne
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Forged a palace of gold
Sought in the lore of old
Yet I couldn't find
My peace of mind
Cast my books into the fire
Burned myself in a funeral pyre
Pondered to a state of apathy
Let there be an end to all misery
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
What are we but a pile of dust
Arranged in a funny shape?
What is life but a passing shade?
What are we but a pile of dust
Arranged in a funny shape?
What are we but a passing shade?
All work on due time
Won't put the sun to shine
The seeds that we sow
Won't survive the weeds of tomorrow
All work on due time
Won't put the sun to shine
The seeds that we sow
Won't survive the weeds of tomorrow
Nothing new under the sun
Things were named one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Vanity, oh, Vanity!
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Seen many a thing happen down here
Things to please the eyes
Sounds to fill the ears
All those wasted years
Poured into my goblet wine and wisdom
Not a drop escaped my lips
Not a thing escaped my dome
And I sat on my throne
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Forged a palace of gold
Sought in the lore of old
Yet I couldn't find
My peace of mind
Cast my books into the fire
Burned myself in a funeral pyre
Pondered to a state of apathy
Let there be an end to all misery
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
What are we but a pile of dust
Arranged in a funny shape?
What is life but a passing shade?
What are we but a pile of dust
Arranged in a funny shape?
What are we but a passing shade?
All work on due time
Won't put the sun to shine
The seeds that we sow
Won't survive the weeds of tomorrow
All work on due time
Won't put the sun to shine
The seeds that we sow
Won't survive the weeds of tomorrow
Nothing new under the sun
Things were named one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Vanity, oh, Vanity!
Things to please the eyes
Sounds to fill the ears
All those wasted years
Poured into my goblet wine and wisdom
Not a drop escaped my lips
Not a thing escaped my dome
And I sat on my throne
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Forged a palace of gold
Sought in the lore of old
Yet I couldn't find
My peace of mind
Cast my books into the fire
Burned myself in a funeral pyre
Pondered to a state of apathy
Let there be an end to all misery
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
What are we but a pile of dust
Arranged in a funny shape?
What is life but a passing shade?
What are we but a pile of dust
Arranged in a funny shape?
What are we but a passing shade?
All work on due time
Won't put the sun to shine
The seeds that we sow
Won't survive the weeds of tomorrow
All work on due time
Won't put the sun to shine
The seeds that we sow
Won't survive the weeds of tomorrow
Nothing new under the sun
Things were named one by one
Nothing new under the sun
Things were made one by one
Vanity, oh, Vanity!
Writer: Luís Serediuk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid