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We were always drunken roustabouts. Had our ups, downs, and near throwdowns. You were the center of attention. That mayor of party town. But that ended forever more.
Hey you, remember me. Way back in North Quincy. Go fast, hold back. If we hold on for one day. We just might last. . I remembers bouts. Morning blackouts.
(Originally by Billy Bragg). . There is power in a democracy, power in the land. Power in the hands of a worker. But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand.
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans. Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile. Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams.
You were the razor edge poet. From a punk lost generation. Shaking off praise, so humble man. Shattering expectation. You're relevant right now. More so than you were yesterday.
An elaborate con of the common man. Propelled by your massive media plan. I can see your hostel takeover, greed, and your lies. Turning what I love into what I despise.
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(Great temptation...). . Ooh and on you run.. You search for love... and you hate searching. You wait for love... and you hate waiting.... You say,"I hate this!".
I remember him, he was very young.... No one spoke like him, he was someone. And I carried on like I couldn't stop. All of it for us baby. . And you, you got in my way.
There's a plane, it's headed for London. Twenty-four hours more and he'll be on it. And I can't show my love, and I can't stop it. Ooh, I can't stop it.
You think you hear demons. I think we are the demons. In this place where the images are born. You remember your childhood. Oh, in fiery sequences. The sun goes down.
And when she walked in the room. After so many years. He looked up and saw her. He was standing at the crossroads. She was moving in slow motion. Everything was the same.
The closest you've ever come to me. Was to help me up the stairs. You stood in the middle of the stairway. You nearly dragged me up the stairs. "You've been asleep.".
Step into the velvet of the morning. Let yourself lay back within your dreams. Take on the situation but not the torment. Now you know its not as bad as it seems.
Thrown down through the arms of sleep. She fell through the ivory morning. Deep into the waters. Of the one she called love. She paled in the wake. Of what some call a dream.
Alas he was the highwayman. The one who comes and goes. And only the highway-woman. keeps up with the likes of those. And she in all her magic. With hands as quick as light.
It was my fault, my move, my game. If I'd known a little more, I'd a run away. It was dark out and I held the cards. I was the dealer and it wasn't hard.
The moonlight night the highway shine. A pair of beams approaches mine. And as she pulls up close. We share a glance my heart awoke. . The blonde in the blue T-Bird.
Dreams reoccur in my solitude. Breaking my heart, injuring my mood. With all of the things that I thought I knew. It was you. . Well, the conversation rings in my head.