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Plastic Drugs (Lucky)
03:31
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It's funny that I feel so comfortable telling these things to you
If I told these things to my mother, I wonder what she would do
I use to shoot up plastic drugs and pretend I was a king
Then I guess that I found out that that wasn't the real thing
Oh, I guess I'm lucky that I found the truth
Oh, I guess I'm lucky that I found you
There's only a couple of things that ever made me feel alive
My fingers on some guitar strings and the words of Jesus Christ
He said, "Why don't you love one another just like you love yourself?"
I think if that rule was implemented we all wouldn't be in hell
I guess it's my intuition, but I think this is the end
I didn't mean for Desolation Row to be where I'd take you , my friend
I guess Dylan said it best in an old country song
"Goodbye" is just to good, "fare thee well's" where we belong
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City Of The Damned
04:32
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Riding high, it's just one of those nights
Searching for a freedom that I know I'll never find
So I take off and I turn off the tracks
I don't know where I am going, I just don't want to go back
All I ever wanted was to grow
Got to get a little older so I'll be a man
All I ever wanted was to know
Just how to get out of this city of the damned
Now I'm back again
All these questions are just turning into songs
I don't know what all the answers are, just know I got them wrong
Life's a game and you just got to play along
You don't need to know the rules 'cause you're just gonna do them wrong
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Something Special
03:42
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Here we go now for the hundredth time
I want to be me, but I hate to be mine
I want to be yours, I want to be something true
Wisdom with time, and time comes with age
As the body gets older the mind dissipates
But I want to be special, I want to be something true
So here comes the nighttime and here comes the pain
Turn down the darkness and turn down the rain
I want to be special, I want to be something true
So buy me a future and I'll get on a plane
I'll meet somebody, we'll talk the whole day
Love is the only thing that is still true
Nothing is special, because nothing lasts
I learned that from an old song still stuck in the past
I want to be special, I want to be something true
The sun also rises and the sun also sets
That pattern goes on forever I guess
That's something special and that's something true
This body arises and this body will set
That is a pattern that ends in death
That's something special and that's something true
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There was a story I once was told
About an old man who sold his soul
For everything worldly and everything dead
I pray that old thought won't run through my head
All these blank pages in all of these books
They aren't just there for all their good looks
They tell the story of a man with no name
And no way to change and no one to blame
So I take new drugs to dull out old pains
The darkness gets closer every shot that I take
The world is much colder than I ever knew
So I sit with old scars, still black and still blue
So I will get older and I will know more
Until the day that I knock on death's door
And I'll take me children and I'll take my wife
And tell them all I learned in this thing we call life
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You Are My Disease
03:26
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I think it's nice of you to sit right here, next to me
I miss the way that you did smile, those dimples on your cheeks
Oh baby, can't you see?
The only thing I ever loved was my disease
Oh baby, can't you see?
You are my disease
I never stopped to wonder why you hadn't left this town
I was the reason you came here, now you're the reason I'll drown
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My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shine
I shivered the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine
I will shiver the whole night through
My Husband was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was found in a drivers wheel
And his body hasn't never been found
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Welcome to our wilderness, where all of our dear innocence is hard to find
Welcome to our wilderness, where all the words we wish we'd say escape our minds
Welcome to our wilderness, where we're all just little children running scared
Welcome to our wilderness, where all our struggles make for heavy air
Welcome to our wilderness where demons run and chase us from behind
Welcome to our wilderness, where everything we're ever told is a lie
I breathe this air
I breathe this air and it fills me and I'm scared
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