I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes;
They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes;
All the young men with their young women looking so good;
Well, I'd trade places with any of them ;
In a minute, if I could

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?

You'd better do somethin' quick;
She's your lover now.

What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood

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

Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.

If this is love then gimme more;
And more and more and more and more.

Some things last longer than you think they will;
There are some kind of things you can never kill

Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.

There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,;
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances

And then you told me later, as I apologized;
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm

God is in heaven;
And we all want what's his;
But power and greed and corruptible seed;
Seem to be all that there is

I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.

I'm walking through streets that are dead

My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired

We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.

Mama, take this badge off of me

Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn

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

At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means

I'm in a cowboy band

Don't follow leaders;
Watch the parkin' meters

You have explained every mystery.;
What can I do for You?

Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow

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."

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,;
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve.";
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin';
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',;
You see what happened last time they started."

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.

I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke

There was music in the cafes at night;
And revolution in the air.

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Here is your throat back;
Thanks for the loan

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody

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

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain

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

Darkness at the break of noon

They say ev'rything can be replaced

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

You should be made;
To wear earphones

Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete

I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.

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

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

So long, New York.;
Howdy, East Orange.

Insanity is smashing up against my soul;
You can say I was on anything but a roll;
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top;
What would I do with it anyway ;
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you

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

She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own

Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to;
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."

Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.

On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.

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