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By Patti Smith, Come my one, look at the world
Bird, beast, butterfly
Girls sing
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By Patti Smith, Here we go around again
Curve of life spiraling
Everything we've ever
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By Patti Smith, I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my
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By Patti Smith, Oh glad day to celebrate 'neath the cloudless sky
Air so
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By Patti Smith, Mother Rose every little morn' tend to me
There she stood,
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By Patti Smith, In my Blakean year I was so disposed
Toward a mission
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By Patti Smith, Yesterday I saw you standing there
With your hand against the
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By Patti Smith, Suffer not your neighbor's affliction
Suffer not your neighbor's paralysis
But extend
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By Patti Smith, I took a walk out to the sun
But I just,
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By Patti Smith, I'm trampin', trampin' Try'n-a make heaven my home
I'm trampin trampin
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By Patti Smith, Life is designed with unfinished lines
That another sings
Each story unfolds
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By Patti Smith, Nodding though, the lamp's lit low, nod for passers underground
To
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By Patti Smith, I was nothing, it didn't matter to me
There were tags
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By Patti Smith, A fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Fire of
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By Patti Smith, When I am troubled in the night
He comes to comfort
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By Patti Smith, I feel upset
Let's do some celebrating
Come on honey
Don't hesitate now
Needed
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By Patti Smith, I've got seven ways of going, seven wheres to be
Seven
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By Patti Smith, Hi, hi, I was running after you for a long
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By Patti Smith, We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost
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By Patti Smith, Down in vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy
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By Patti Smith, Darlin' come under cover
Another night to discover
Let's slip where senses
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By Patti Smith, By patti smith
Last night I awoke up from a dream
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By Patti Smith, By patti smith
Come back little sheba
I hear them calling
Open your
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By Patti Smith, Lower the thing, skin the cat
Skin it left, just layin'
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By Patti Smith, You are the adrenaline rushing through my veins
Stimulate my heart,
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By Patti Smith, Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so
Makes
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By Patti Smith, Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so
Makes
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By Patti Smith, No equation
To explain the division of the senses
No sound to
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By Patti Smith, The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of
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By Patti Smith, If it wasn't for your golden hair
Would not be belonely
If
