Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie

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.

You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more

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

Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

And every time you get this close;
It makes me want to scream

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun

All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.

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.

there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.

In the home of the brave Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave

Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away

You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

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

Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift

Oh my name it is nothin';
My age it means less

Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.

Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink;
Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think

I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized

In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand;
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

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

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

Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

Louise, she's all right, she's just near;
She's delicate and seems like the mirror;
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear;
That Johanna's not here

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

This wheel shall explode!

Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress

Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

When you think that you lost everything;
You find out you can always lose a little more

I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate

Darkness at the break of noon

people don’t live or die, people just float

to live outside the law, you must be honest

Too many thoughts get in the way in the day

How long can I stay in this nowhere café

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.

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

Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know

Now the rainman gave me two cures,;
Then he said, "Jump right in.";
The one was Texas medicine,;
The other was just railroad gin.

I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand

In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody

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

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane

Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down

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

Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow

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

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

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

You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows

You lose yourself, you reappear

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

But the enemy I see Wears a cloak of decency

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road

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.

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