Well, I love the women
And I love them all the
BLANKET OF SORROWWell, I sang in your morning, I sang
CHANGE THE TUNEAll your old heroes are calling a bluff.Now
As I went out to meet my makerAs I went
I went south I went westTrying to find the girl
Every time I look up at these pictures on the
LAST TIME AROUNDWell, a vial of love you used to
I have found my freedomYou will find me flyin' down
You've seen enough of what the world can doI've seen
WHITE LIESEvery evening when I walk through the doorI hear
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