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Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love
And guess from their cries you were listening to a fight
Well you know, hate's just the last thing they're thinking of
They're only trying to make it through the night

 

I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down
Or fence you in the lines I might have drawn
It's just that I have gotten used to having you around
My landscape would be empty if you were gone

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Whatever gets you through the night
It's all right, it's all right
It's your money or your life
It's all right, it's all right
Don't need a sword to cut through' flowers
Oh no, oh no

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Sometimes that spirit is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Sometimes the need is just too great
For the solace we seek
The suit of shining armor
Becomes a keen and bloody sword

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Just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night)
In the night (all night)
Oh, Janey don't know what she do to you
Like a spirit in the night (all night)
All night (all night)
I stand right up and I let her shoot through me

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Jane says, "I'm done with Sergio"
He treats me like a ragdoll"
She hides the television
Says, "I don't owe him nothing, but if he comes back again
Tell him to wait right here for me or,
Try again tomorrow I'm gonna kick tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow"

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Don't believe in the 60's
The golden age of pop
You glorify the past
When the future dries up
Heard a singer on the radio late last night
He says he's gonna kick the darkness
'Til it bleeds daylight
I... I believe in love

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Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone

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You see she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off for the sky

 

And here, she's acting happy
Inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flying in my taxi
Taking tips and getting stoned

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Well, I started out
Down a dirty road
Started out all alone
And the sun went down
As I crossed the hill
And the town lit up
The world got still

 

I'm learning to fly
But I ain't got wings
Coming down
Is the hardest thing

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The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part

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… You think you're gonna take her away
With your money and your cocaine
You keep thinkin' that her mind is gonna change
But I know everything is okay

 

… She's gonna listen to her heart
It's gonna tell her what to do
She might need a lot of loving
But she don't need you

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Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin'
That there was a little more to life somewhere else

 

After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
And if she had to die tryin'
She had one little promise she was gonna keep

 

Posted

 can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well

Posted

She's got legs, she knows how to use them 
She never begs, she knows how to choose them 
She's holdin' leg, wonder how to feel them 
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?…

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Same old, rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb
You know better but I know him
Like I told you, what I said
Steal your face right off your head

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When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head

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She keeps Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Posted

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

 

Posted

That's life
(That's life)
That's what all the people say
You're riding high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June

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