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* | It Could Make You Cry (Amazon exclusive track) |
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Go if you want to go
But I won't follow, just so you know
Be if you want to leave
But I won't be here when you come home
I'm gonna move to San Francisco
Look up some old friends
I'm gonna get me a Navy P-coat
And an old Mercedes Benz
This old town keeps shrinking
There's too many people in my junk
I'm gonna do a lot of drinking
Cuz it don't hurt when I'm drunk
Go if you want to go
But I won't follow, just so you know
Be if you want to leave
But I won't be here when you come home
I'm gonna rent me an old Victorian
Down in the Lower Haight
I'm gonna get me an old accordion
And play for the tourists on the Golden Gate
I'm gonna plant a little garden
Paint my bathroom blue
I'm gonna try real hard
To get over you
Here in the city, life it don't move so slow
There's plenty of good people I know
Up in North Beach they drink spicy Italian liqueur
Down on Market there's a lot of hobos and hustlers
Down in Hayes Valley there's a lot of good restaurants
Deep in the Tenderloin you can have anything you want
Over in the Mission it's always a sunny day
And it's a real good baseball town, but my team is across the Bay
Go if you want to go
But I won't follow, just so you know
Be if you want to be
But I won't be here when you come home
When you come home
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You know, it's hard to be yourself,
Free yourself, to see yourself,
When all around you there are lies just to get you,
Spies just to get you, to buy so they can get you.
There are cameras in the sky, lasers in our living rooms,
There are wolves watching wearing sheep's costumes.
It's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
It's enough to make you mad…
It's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
And, I'm amazed I haven't yet.
Isn't it a shame the way we cheat each other, treat each other, beat each other?
It's a shame the way we use one other, abuse one another
And screw one another, it's true.
They will lock you up in prison,
But they won't call it slavery,
There are stolen children raised and trained in armies.
It's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
It's enough to make you mad
It's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
And I'm amazed I haven`t yet.
Don't hesitate to speak your mind (speak your mind)
Never hesitate to speak your heart (speak your heart)
They'll call you crazy, when you speak your mind (when you speak your mind)
So never, never hesitate (never hesitate).
'Cause it's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
It's enough to make you mad…
It's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
And, I'm amazed I haven't yet.
Na sol them go lock you for prison
Na sol them go beat you for prison
Them no call it slavery
It's him that make me vex.
Na sol them go lock you for prison
Na sol them go beat you for prison
It's him that make me vex
It's him that make me craze
It's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
It's enough to make you mad
It's enough to make you go crazy (whoa)
And I'd be crazy not to care.
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Beyond the rules of religion, the cloth of conviction,
above all the competition where fact and fiction meet;
there's no colour lines, casts or classes.
There's no fooling the masses.
Whatever faith you practise, whatever you believe...
Oh, heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Throw away your misconceptions,
there's no walls around Heaven.
There's no codes you gotta know to get in,
no minutemen or border patrol.
You must lose your Earthly possessions,
leave behind your weapons.
You can't buy your salvation and there is no pot of gold.
Heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Heaven ain't got no prisons,
no government, no business,
no banks or politicians,
no armies and no police.
Castles and cathedrals crumble,
pyramids and pipelines tumble.
The failure keeps you humble
and leads us closer to peace.
Heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
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Well I've tasted love so sweet
Played around but not for keeps
I never been knocked off my feet
Till you came along
In the room surrounding me
Are angels I cannot see
I know they come to carry me to
Where I belong
Closer to you, closer to you
I'm singing like a sailor strutting up your avenue
Like a clown in a costume shop
Wearing nothing but my birthday suit
All the knocks upon your door
Footsteps fallen on your floor
All the shipwrecks on your shore
Mean nothing to me
All the crooks on Capitol Hill
Criminals on the dollar bills
All the money on Wall Street still
Couldn't keep me from getting
Closer to you, closer to you
Like a priest on a pulpit preaching to an empty room
Like a drunk in a dive bar in the early afternoon
Closer to you
Poets could not pronounce your name
Gamblers couldn't play the game
Matchstick statues set to flame
Couldn't hold a candle to you
Swindlers on the Sunset strip
Hypnotists and hypocrites
Ventriloquists and Pickpockets
Wish that they could get
Well I've tasted love so sweet
Played around but not for keeps
I never been knocked off my feet till you came along
I sit through the trickery
The jealousy and vanity
The potency of your prophesy
Because I long to be
Closer to you, closer to you
Like a hound dog in a junkyard, honey
I'm howling at the moon
Like a Pirate in a pawnshop with a pocket full of jewels
Closer to you (x3)
I'll get through
Oh baby I'll get through
Closer to you
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From my humble beginning,
To our bitter end,
You were the one who was pretending.
That I was your orphan.
In a brown stone apartment in Brooklyn,
I found a new place to dwell
I tore up my ticket to Tennessee and checked out of the Hollywood hotel
You can call me a turncoat,
Challenge my dignity
But you were wrong about me
Honey you were wrong, all along, about me
Take off your plastic Halo.
But don't shun the monks inside your head
Give it to the gullible grooms who drink their snake oil beside your bed.
In your conjured up court room my integrity is on trial
The prosecution is gathering evidence from denial
You can preach to the choir
Say that I'm guilty
But you were wrong about me!
Honey you were wrong, all along, about me, about me
Go tell all your friends about it
Tell the boys back home about it
Tell all your nurses and nuns about it
Go to all your cats about it
That you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong about me, you were wrong, you were wrong about me
Stubborn cowboys click their bootheels,
They are settling their debts
But I'm not making anymore deals
I aint' placing no more bets
Downtown on Wall Street where the millionaires smoke their cigars,
I traded in all my savings for a new suit and an electric guitar.
You can say that I sold out.
but nobody works for free.
And you were wrong about me
Honey you were wrong, all along, about me, about me, about me
Honey you were wrong, all along, about me, wrong about me!
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Crows ravaging a field of wheat
Stars jealous of the moon
Scarecrows know their own defeat
Envy and the heart that it consumes
Today I walked without you
Like an empty bottle drifting out to sea
I would change it I knew how to
But it don't come that easily
If my heart wasn't such a jungle
Maybe you wouldn't feel so alone
If your her heart wasn't such and ocean
I wouldn't sink like a stone
If you weren't so far from me
I could hold you while you're sleeping
And hear you breathing softly
And be there when you're waking
Phone calls could not complete us
Letters cannot replace
Miles and miles and miles between us
Another time another place
I have yet to meet another
Who burns bright as you
I'm not looking for any other
I only want you
If my heart wasn't such a jungle
Maybe you wouldn't feel so alone
If your her heart wasn't such and ocean
I wouldn't sink like a stone
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Your gonna fall apart
It's gonna break your heart
Your gonna know that you were wrong
Down to the boatyard you'll run
Like you did at your graduation
Your gonna miss her when she's gone
Who you trying to fool?
Your gonna miss her when she's
Your gonna miss her when she's
Your gonna miss her when she's gone
You in your second hand suit
That you wore to the portrait shoot
It was just a dream that you once had
Your gonna lose control
It's gonna take it's toll on you
You'd better let it drive you mad
Who you trying to fool?
What are you trying to prove?
Your gonna miss her when she's
Your gonna miss her when she's
Your gonna miss her when she's gone
These are the wounds that heal you
It's the pain that reveals you
Your gonna miss her when she's
Your gonna miss her when she's
Your gonna miss her when she's gone
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This world keeps turning, turning around,
This world keeps turning me upside down,
I can't do nothing to slow it down.
This world keeps turning, turning around.
Everything you have today,
soon, can be gone away.
Yesterday, I had no sorrow but,
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Here today and gone tomorrow.
This world keeps turning,turning around,
This world keeps turning me, upside down
I can't do nothing to slow it down.
This world keeps turning, turning around.
People can be so cruel.
They'll cheat you and they'll treat you like a fool.
They'll drag your dreams through the dust,
till' you don't know who to trust.
I don't know who to trust.
The more I learn, the less I know.
I got so far to go.
I got so far to go.
This world keeps turning, turning around,
This world keeps turning me upside down,
I can't do nothing to slow it down.
This world keeps turning, turning around.
This world keeps turning, turning around
This world keeps turning, turning around
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Where are all my old friends?
It's been a long time gone
We've been drifting apart for so many years
I hope they're still marching on
Some are probably happy with families
Working hard to get ahead
Some of them are lost
Some are wandering
Some of them are already dead
Who do you think you are?
It's a life you made
Don't be afraid of the hands you played
There's an old man sleeping in the parking lot
I wonder what he dreams about
Businessmen in suits taking meetings over coffee
Trying to buy each other out
There's an officer, a senator, a digger, and a sower
A beggar and a thief
They all sit at different tables
But they drink the same poison as me.
Who do you think you are?
It's a life you made
Don't be afraid of the hands you played
Who do you think you are?
It's a life that you made
Well, don't be afraid of the hands you played
Well the power went out
And the stars came out
And I went out for a walk in the dark
There were fireflies flittin'
And I heard the poet spittin'
Rhymes out in the park
And I felt myself drift up off the ground
And I rose above the trees
And I saw my life in photographs
Of faded memories
Who do you think you are?
It's a life that you made
Well, don't be afraid of the hands you played
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i am a dreamer
and i'm a lover
i've been let down
and i've loved and lost
i've been alone
i've been far from home
follow your heart
follow your heart
follow your heart
and you won't get lost
i've been a poor man
i've been a rich man
i made a fortune
and i paid the cost
i've had some good friends
they come and go
follow your heart
follow your heart
follow your heart
and you won't get lost
i've been cheated
i've been defeated
i've played the game
and i've been double crossed
every friend of mine
has been in hard times
follow your heart
follow your heart
follow your heart
and you won't get lost
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You can put a stick in my spokes
I can be the butt of your jokes
I can be the laughing stock, I can be your hoax
But I aint gonna lose you
They can come and tear my house down
They can run me out of town
They can tie me up, call me a clown
But I ain't gonna lose you
I can't stand
The thought of another man
No I ain't gonna lose you
They can make me turn my back on my friends
Send me away to up in san quentin
Put me in the hole, a thousand times again
But I ain't gonna lose you
Throw me in a hurricane
Tell the whole world I've gone insane
Run an electric shock to my brain
But I ain't gonna lose you
I can't stand
The thought of another man
I'll sing it from my roof top
I'll sing it from the bus stop
I'll sing it on the street drunk to a cop
But I ain't gonna lose you
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