I believe in the impossible, you know that I do

If God's on our side;
He'll stop the next war.

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.

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

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

You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.

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

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect

When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

My children will go, As soon as they grow.;
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.

It's too hot to sleep time is running away

The treasure can't be found by men who search

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take;
To find dignity

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

You think you can hide but you're never alone,;
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

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

You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?

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

There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.

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

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

You were snow, you were rain;
You were striped, you were plain,;

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

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

Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"

I got nothing left to burn

Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?

How long can I stay in this nowhere café

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

Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag;
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag;
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

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.

The sun's not yellow it's chicken

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

I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.

Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.

I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues

We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,;
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.

While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

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

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?

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

Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to;
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else

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

For the loser now;
Will be later to win

Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?

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

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

Lay down your weary tune, lay down,;
Lay down the song you strum,;
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings;
No voice can hope to hum.

What drives me to you is what drives me insane.

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

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