Fifteen minutes, that's all you getOne quarter hour, to get
Billy is a new man, he does the best he
now keep this to yourself butmy love plays games with
What's the matter with your face?What's the matter with they
gone fishing for complimentson hollywood and vinei'd come to your
you may never get to wanderalong the corridors of powerwhere
I am a man with things to sayGot the real
I don't need a doctor
I don't need a priest
I don't
your mind can play tricks
makes you what you want to
i wouldn't if i were youthank god we're notmy finger
whenever i want some companywhenever i need a song to
hold me up, i'm falling overgot the jackal at my
I told my tale with some wordsFrom jail and a
they found me lost in space, nowhere to gowith the
If you wrote a book with a page foreach memoryAnd
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