You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.

I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.

I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.

Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.

Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?

And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.

I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,;
I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,;
Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.

Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't;
But not tonight and it won't be here;
There are things I could say but I don't;
I know the mercy of God must be near

your pleasure knows no limits

Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?

They don't want me around;
'Cause I believe in you.

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.

We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,;
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.

I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm

But I will be back, I will survive,;
You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.

Don’t think twice, it’s all right

I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.

Shall I hold you close?;
Or Shall I let you go by?;
Tell me.;
Tell me.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

Now at midnight all the agents;
And the superhuman crew;
Come out and round up everyone;
That knows more than they do

Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy

Oh, some of us'll end up;
In St. Cloud Prison,;
And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things

Darkness at the break of noon

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk;
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.;
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?;
You looked a little burned out, my friend,;
I thought it might be up to me.

What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?

Too many thoughts get in the way in the day

For all eternity I think I will remember;
That icy wind that's howling in your eye.

You say you love me;
And you're thinkin' of me,;
But you know you could be wrong.

Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.

I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead

He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it

I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know

Silver and gold;
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold

She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup

All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies

People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.

What good am I if I say foolish things;
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings;
And I just turn my back while you silently die,;
What good am I?

You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.;
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.

They said it was the land of milk and honey,;
now they say it's the land of money.;
Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.

People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.

I see, I see lovers in the meadow;
I see, I see silhouettes in the window;
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ;
To a shadow

What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?

Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.

Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be

Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine

All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.

The treasure can't be found by men who search

Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.

I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now

Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?

While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

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