"Well, I've sung out one more evening,
and I'm wrung out, feeling beat.
I walk on out the door once more
to an empty city street...."Anthem
"She wasn't very pretty,
She wasn't very smart,
But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.
Write a song about me,..."Any Old Kind Of Day
"Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange.
The color is of midnight in this room.
The cars outside are coughing and it's kind of hard to sleep
and there's neon out the window, not the moon...."|
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