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

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

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

I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray

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

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

The door has closed forevermore If indeed there ever was a door

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn

I don't want to fake you out

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun

Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?

All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now

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?

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?

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

Searching for my double, looking for;
Complete evaporation to the core

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

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

I can't help it if I'm lucky.

Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.

Well, you're on your own, you always were,;
In a land of wolves and thieves.

It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."

Go melt back into the night, babe,;
Everything inside is made of stone.;
There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.

I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.

Have you got some unfinished business?;
Is there something holding you back?;
Are you thinking for yourself;
Or are you following the pack?

Always on the outside of whatever side there was,;
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."

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."

The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.

'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.

I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low

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

I wish that for just one time;
You could stand inside my shoes;
You'd know what a drag it is;
To see you

I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.

An' here I sit so patiently;
Waiting to find out what price;
You have to pay to get out of;
Going through all these things twice.

'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.

As his youth now unfolds;
He is centuries old;
Just to see him at play makes me smile;
No matter what happens to me;
No matter what my destiny;
Lord, protect my child

Ain't no reason to go anywhere.

Put your body next to mine;
And keep me company,;
There is plenty a room for all,;
So please don't elbow me.

A saxophone someplace far off played

I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me

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

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."

I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech

And now the heart is filled with gold;
As if it was a purse.;
But, oh, what kind of love is this;
Which goes from bad to worse?

Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.

Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun

I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down

I'm in a cowboy band

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,;
How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?;
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,;
Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.

The sun's not yellow it's chicken

In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,;
It's done with a flick of the wrist.

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