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

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

Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none

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

Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?

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

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?

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

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.

I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts

If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

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

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

They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.

Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.

Can't you make any sound?

Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,;
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.

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

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too;
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

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

One of these days and it won't be long;
Going down in the valley and sing my song;
I will sing it loud and sing it strong;
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

The world of illusion is at my door

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

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

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

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

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.

We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.

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

I wasn't born to lose you.

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed

Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.

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

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

You could ride like Annie Oakley,;
You could shoot like Belle Starr.

My head tells me it's time to make a change;
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.

Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

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

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously;
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.

They say ev'rything can be replaced

Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss

Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.

I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit

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

I'm in a cowboy band

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

I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.

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

The night is pitch black, come an' make my;
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!

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

But the enemy I see Wears a cloak of decency

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.

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

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

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,;
Wiggle 'til you vomit fire

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

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

There's some people that;
You don't forget,;
Even though you've only seen'm;
One time or two.

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