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Maybe I could be the one they adore. That could be my reputation. It's where I'm from that lets them think I'm a *. I'm an educated virgin And sleepwalker, don't be shy. And don't open your
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Once upon a time they called me the bleeder. Well, swimmin' up this river with sentimental fever. But this ain't my first ride, it ain't my last try. Just got to keep movin' on. If they catch me
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I feel pretty good. I feel all right. And I've been thinkin' maybe. I could spend the night I know you've been sad. I know I've been bad. But if you'd let me. I'd make you ribbons from a paper
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One, two boys by the river. Down by the water tellin' riddles in the dark. With fireflies under the moonlight. Carvin' the insides of a tree with a knife Did you ever hear the one about the boy's
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Permission now to let this thing land. I'm too far gone to know where I am. Conditions are worse than we planned. Permission now to let this thing land. . Heading straight into the blackness
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The last night I dreamt one thousand lies. I could see the dawn through a different set of eyes. There in my slumber passing time. Long live the world resting on its side I walked the orchard with
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You can tell a few things about the soul of a town. From the blood of the men gone in the ground. Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out. By messengers now. Was born here and married too
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Looking back at the crash site. I don't see me by the roadside. Well this heart is on wheels tonight. Straight through the ghettos and without lights Now every heart has a blind side. Where he
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yet. But it doesn't matter where the money went. It wasn't how she paid her rent One, two, three Marlenas. There's got to be someone. We can trust, out here among us Now lookin' out across the city
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fall. You never wrote me, you never called. Nathan Jones you've been gone too long. Gone too long If a woman could die of tears. Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here. The key that you're holding
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fall. You never wrote me, you never called. Nathan Jones you've been gone too long. Gone too long If a woman could die of tears. Nathan Jones, well, I wouldn't be here. The key that you're holding
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Those men down in the water they are not lost. There's poison in the arrows that come across. No you don't leave your post at any cost. There's more than just bottles washing up on the rocks And
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Fire on the porch on a summer's night. All of my things are there inside. Black smoke rise up, now burn on, burn higher I smell leaves and burning tires. Dogs in the meadows barking wild
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We took 'em high, we took 'em straight up the hill,. They wanted it all, we gave 'em such a fill. In their parades we stole every thrill. And in their games we made every kill. We took them hard
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? 'Cause I received a notice. They called me on the phone. To come and sign the papers. Of Jones vs. Jones. Gone are the days of me and you Always did believed in, baby. All this love is now so crazy
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Where you're going has no signs. And you're not going in a straight line. You ought to have me on your mind. I dare you to think otherwise. Under the water, more water. You keep diving and you
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Where you're going has no signs. And you're not going in a straight line. You ought to have me on your mind. I dare you to think otherwise. Under the water, more water. You keep diving and you
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Tomorrow is gonna make you cry. It's gonna make you kneel. Before it breaks you from inside. Still pressing on. Arm over arm. Still trying to get both feet back on to the ground. They are
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Through this cloud I hear you breathing. Through these bars I watch them bring more in Now I send back letters from the wasteland home. Last slow dance to this romance on my own. May take two to tango
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We wrote our names on the last day of summer. On the insides of each other hands. With empty cans and walls of graffiti. The kind just kids understand. It's not glass or the wires at our feet
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passionate urge. But I can use the excuse that a fantasy never hurts. Yeah, yeah, yeah Love Jones, Love Jones. (For you, baby). I think I got a Love Jones, Love Jones. (Said I got a Love Jones, baby). A
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Cherry picking through the stars. And falling cannonballs. Waiting for the break of dawn. To start its morning crawl Polluted rays of filtered light. Tropical and warm. Making shadows through
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New heaven over a brand new sky. New breed of wonder on the vine. Among the living. There is new promise in this night There's new arms to hold back the revolution. There's new eyes to recognize
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Well I'm down here in the well. Looking back up at the hill. Well I thank heavens I fell. Must look more. Like myself. Now everyone is so kind. Everyone looks like. A long lost friend of mine
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No there won't be an ambush anytime soon. If the birds are returning it's safe enough to say that much is true. In the desert that borders between me and you. Where more than a few good men have
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It's a whale it's a whale where the valley once was. I can tell by her head that her tail is coming up. Long as a train taller than a bus. Must have come with the river when the levee went bust
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Quarter moon on a city growing thick. With good advice that won't stick. From the ballrooms to the suburbs and the abandoned mines. Atlantis may be rising but we're all out of time The colored
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There's three ways out of every box. Fall out the bottom. Or you crawl out the top. There's three ways. Out of every, every box. But if you can't find your way out. Then you just burn it. To
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I could break free from the. Wood of a coffin. If I need. But nothin's hard as. Gettin' free from places. I've already been. . I've been waste-deep. In the burnin' meadows. Of my mind. In
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Well, there is trouble in my mind. There is dark. There's dark, and there is light. I lay our hands over my eyes. As I look deep. Through valleys deep and wide. Across the border line. For the
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. of mortar and clay. In barios they stick em. by fire escapes They outlast the setbacks. earthquakes and plagues. They burn them like haystacks. and another one is raised in the backwoods of the
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gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the Rhythm} Slave, slave Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm. Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line. The fire burns with heart beats strong. Sing
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gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the Rhythm} Slave, slave Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm. Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line. The fire burns with heart beats strong. Sing
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I'm here by my window. I am waiting for your parade. And I will salute you from above the crowd. As you make your way You won the battle, baby, you've won the war. I admit it now, I could not
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I need a bed that nobodys slept in. I need some air nobodys been breathing. I need a thought that I can believe in. Is this fog or is the building really burning I need you now much more than ever
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Seems like the world's gone underground. Where no gods or heroes dare to go down. As teardrops from a hole in heaven come. Overhead like ravens dropping down like bombs. . Through the morning