She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.

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

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."

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances;
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

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

I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal

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

take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave

Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun

Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe

The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off

Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.

In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.

You're the one I've been looking for,;
You're the one that's got the key.;
But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you;
Or you're too good for me.

I must admit I felt a little uneasy;
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

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.

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

Won't you come with me, baby?;
I'll take you where you wanna go.;
And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know

I'm in a cowboy band

Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?

I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.

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

Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,;
And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.

You should be made;
To wear earphones

But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre

Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

I got nothing left to burn

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."

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

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

The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.

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

What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?

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.

You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.

Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Mama, take this badge off of me

The sky is trembling, And I must leave.

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

Lost time is not found again

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

I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right

Well, if I had to do it all over again,;
Babe, I'd do it all over you.

Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced The cause was there before we came.

Tell ev'rybody;
Down in ol' 'Frisco;
That Tiny Montgomery's comin';
Down to say Hello

I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care

We always did feel the same,;
We just saw it from a different point of view

As the last fire truck from hell;
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying

Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?

Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too

Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette

The pump don't work;
'Cause the vandals took the handles

Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

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