A million old soldiers will fade away
But a dream goes
They say I don't think enough about the afterlife
Of what's
Who's that on the racks again?
A portrait of a crazy
Laura, I saw you open in LA
There's something I gotta
Like a fly batters itself against a window
Time and again
No catch, no strings
None of the usual things
I'm happy just
I was born this very morning
and my brother he was
If you want to cry
You can always find something to
Beefsteak Charlie says to Porky the Pig
"I can see the
Sleeping at night in a plaster board box
Scratching the earth
Saw you once and you looked so sweet
Saw you twice
Time marches on
I learn to crawl, I learn to walk
You
Don't take yourself too seriously
There are precious few things worth
We can't turn back the clock
But we can chant for
I believe if I was all alone,
I would be better
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