I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

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

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow

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

All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

Wallflower, wallflower;
Take a chance on me.;
Please let me ride you home.

The world of illusion is at my door

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble

Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth

And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,;
You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?;
Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble.

It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.

I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.

When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?

Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed;
Dignity never been photographed

But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

When the last rays of daylight go down;
Buddy, you'll roll no more;
I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard;
I wonder who they're ringing for

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

Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.

If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came

Democracy don't rule the world,;
You'd better get that in your head.;
This world is ruled by violence;
But I guess that's better left unsaid.

He bought me with a price,;
Freed me from the pit,;
Full of emptiness and wrath;
And the fire that burns in it.

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

Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss;
In the valley of the missing link

Could you ever be true?

You should be made;
To wear earphones

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

Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

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

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

Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?

Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.

If you're looking for assistance, babe,;
Or if you just want some company;
Or if you just want a friend you can talk to,;
Honey, come and see about me.

Can't you make any sound?

Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.

Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,;
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.

And you never ask questions;
When God's on your side.

Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,;
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.

It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.

My love for her is taking such a long time to die

This time tomorrow I'll know you better;
When my memory is not so short.

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

It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.

Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes

the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,;
If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,;
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.

But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

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