Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do

Nations are angry, cursed are some,;
People are expecting a false peace to come.

Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.

I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist

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

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

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

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

Don't trust me to show you love;
When my love may be only lust.

Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles

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

I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.

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

And I, I don't mind the pain;
Don't mind the driving rain;
I know I will sustain;
'Cause I believe in you.

If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.

We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.

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

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

What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?

If you get close to her, kiss her once for me

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

He said his name was Columbus;
I just said, "Good luck."

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,;
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,;
And all your ragin' glory.

I see, I see lovers in the meadow;
I see, I see silhouettes in the window;
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ;
To a shadow

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

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

When you know as well as me;
You'd rather see me paralyzed

I'm goin' down to Tennessee,;
Get me a truck 'r somethin'.;
Gonna save my money and rip it up!

your pleasure knows no limits

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

there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

I got new eyes ;
Everything looks far away

Everything passes,;
Everything changes,;
Just do what you think you should do.

She once was a true love of mine

Put my tears in a bottle Screw the top on tight

When destruction cometh swiftly;
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,;
Have you decided whether you want to be;
In heaven or in hell?

Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody

You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye

Where black is the color, where none is the number

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."

Won't you dance with me?;
I'm fallin' in love with you.

You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.

Whatever you gonna do,;
Please do it fast.

Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.

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

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

if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it

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

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

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,;
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery

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

I see nothing to be gained by any explanation;
There are no words that need to be said

But does anyone hear the music they play Does anyone even try?

I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead

My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn;
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan;
Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low;
Well my heart's in the Highlands;
Only place left to go

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