Come clean and off with your head The streams of bright rosy red Your heart will do the rest And you'll always fade You'll always fade Someday you'll
One more thing before I go One more thing I'll ask you Lord You may need a murderer Someone to do your dirty work Don't act so innocent I've seen you
They put the treasure deep inside us Inside us, inside us They thought the desert would divide us Divide us, divide us With silence They filled our
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Where would you go if the gun fell in your hands? Home to the kids or to sympathetic friends? Oh sandinista, oh sandinista Oh sandinista, take my side
All soldiers They're all gonna die And all the little babies They're all gonna die All the poets And all the liars And all you pretty people You're all
All I can do is fight Even if I know you're right All I can do is fight Pretty fingers, holding fast Maybe it's your violent past Maybe it's your violent
So she waits on the edges of a mattress what it takes to get a bad mess out of a bad dress when she sings it's like a blue dove on a whipping post when
I've spent a lot of time Good people Trying to make it rhyme Good people It gave my mind a little place to hide If you don't like my lines Good
You be my charlie and i can be your george let's bury the hatchet like the beatles and the stones they'll play our songs forever on the radio let's
We took our pills It changed the world We had our fill But when we realized That we were dragonflies We knew we had to try To find a way to get more
Our bodies break And the blood just spills and spills But here we sit debating that It's just a shame My hand just kills and kills There's gotta be
Dust on the window Sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine By this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In
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Our bodies break And the blood just spills and spills But here we sit debating math It's just a shame My hand just kills and kills There's gotta be an
Dust on the window The sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine At this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind
