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A Place For Everyone
01:46
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I've been raised with the best education around,
I've been born with a mask on my face like a clown,
but I know as I sing, I'm about to go down,
and I'm singing my songs in this lonely old town.
I've seen bums in the streets with cups in their hands,
I've seen lawyers and crooks with their heads in the sand,
every town I pass by I see time with no end,
but I know right now, all I need is a friend.
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
as I'm lucky to live I'll be lucky to die,
just one thing I can say as I reach for my grave,
all the good times I'm leaving no more will I crave.
'Cause there's a place up in heaven for people like me,
where the good people drink and the peasants are free,
now here's to the pilgrims, the beggars, the bums,
there's a place for everyone under the sun.
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She was walking in the summer rain
like a beauty queen in pain.
She was glowing like an angel,
her hair was driving me insane.
I was standing right there underneath my tree,
eating my bread, drinking my wine.
And the storm was getting heavier, you see,
and I just couldn't tell the time.
My god, I've never seen a woman looking so fine.
I thought I'd seen it all before but I just love the way she shines.
My god, my god, I love the way she shines.
My god, she shines.
I was looking for a place to rest my head,
but I just took her hand and walked along the road with her instead,
suddenly I found her looking in my eye,
she began to cry, that's when I said
My god, I've never seen a woman looking so fine.
I thought I'd seen it all before but I just love the way she shines.
My god, my god, I love the way she shines.
My god, she shines.
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Slippin' In The Rain
03:05
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I met her down beneath the stairs,
in the town of Blueridge, Virginia,
her diamond eyes seeped through the air,
and her name, it was Melissa.
She said she's been waiting for a sudden change,
like the wind of '69,
she read me a poem, and turning the pages
I knew she must be mine.
I can feel the pain seep through my brain,
when the North Virginia line is on my mind,
and slippin' in the rain.
I raise the flag at break of dawn,
fold it neat before I sleep.
Soon you'll look and I'll be gone
with nothing for to keep.
She writes to me from time to time,
tells me of her troubles,
my vision will remain benign
and keep from seeing double.
I can feel the pain seep through my brain,
when the North Virginia line is on my mind,
and slippin' in the rain.
The silence of Virginia plains,
sing lullabies in reverence,
I must be off to break the chains,
to face my final sentence.
Time and time again I hear
each underdog lay weeping,
once again I face the fear
of dying while I'm sleeping.
I can feel the pain seep through my brain,
when the North Virginia line is on my mind,
and slippin' in the rain.
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Silly Old Lies
04:50
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I used to love you, father, very much
when it was fashionably cool.
I used to spill my heart in prayer
every afternoon when I'd come home from school,
but now I know you're just like everybody else,
a pillar of regret,
a memory I wish nothing more than to forget.
You said you loved me all the time,
you said you hated everybody else
who dared to turn to other mysteries
rather than sacrifice themselves,
but let me tell you now, I don't think that it's very nice
to hate on others just because of silly old lies.
I killed you yesterday
in the spring of my imagination,
you broke your promises and so I broke my own.
God in heaven, be my witness,
you filled my head with portraits of the dead,
silly old lies.
If god is love he must be quite oblivious to pain,
to hungry children in the desert,
to drunken hobos in the rain.
Why are there so many questions left for doubt?
Why is every question only answered with these silly old lies.
My dear old father, can't you see,
you're just a passing phase.
My dear old father, you and me,
we've got to go out separate ways.
So if you see me on the street someday,
just pretend you've never met me,
that's what you've been doing anyway.
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