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Got a ticket on the mainline
I was stranded on the fault line
I got wasted on the moonshine
Too far gone

I was walking in the sundown
I was heading for the breakdown
When you're sleeping on the cold ground

Benedictine, sister to Isis and the black Madonna
Mistress of magic, mm, and goddess of the Nile
She could read the stars, knew the secrets of the dead
And could see what kind of madness
Was stirring around in your head
She said my birth sign is Scorpio
We eat ourselves up and burn ourselves out
So could somebody show me

Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)
Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)
Wani wachiyelo Ate omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)

Atay nimichikun (Father you have done this)
Oshiya chichiyelo (Humbly have pity on me)

Wani wachiyelo Atay omakiyayo (Father help me I want to live)

I come to town, my work is done
Well, I just got off the road
It's a long time since I been with someone
I call this lady so divine
And I asked and I asked
If she'd like to come out sometime
And we talked about some movie
And we laughed at ourselves

The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul passing by

These are the streets
Where we used to run where your Papa's from
These are the days

Soldier of fortune
He's a man of war
Just can't remember
What he's fighting for
Start a revolution
Right before your eyes
When you hear the big bang
Don't you be surprised

Didn't we break the silence
Didn't we fear the storm
Didn't we move the earth
Didn't we shoot for the sky

And didn't we catch the fire
And didn't we call upon the spirits
And didn't we fall together

The earth keeps on shaking
But I'm standing still
The chances I'm taking
Against my will

When we made it to the top
We'd watch it fall, couldn't stop
But everything you leave behind

С глазами огня
Никто не может видеть
Дым от сладких трав
Материалы меня ...

Я тянусь
Я тянусь к ней ...
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There's gonna be a change of season, mmm-hmmm
Indian summer look around and it's gone
Why you wanna save the best for last
We grow up so slowly and grow old so fast

We don't talk about forever
We'll just catch it while we can (on the way, I hope)
If I grab on to the moment

We headed straight south in a sundown light
On highway sixty one through the delta night
We shared the back roads with card sharks and grifters
Tent show evangelists and Luke the Drifter

What is lost? What is missing?
What's been gone way too long?