You don’t have your own
you’re livin’ through others
toss and turn
There’s peace of mind
now that I draw the line
will you
Autumn’s child is catchin’ hell
for having been too naïve to
and I don't really care
if it's peace you find in
Cold jade wind
not an angel in the sky
just cold jade
Billy’s blue
with his head hangin’ to
his shoes
Right the wrong
or play
You ole fire
I’m mad with desire
you’re my favorite one
got me
Morning
come to the windows
of the street
sellin’ red watermelon
five cents a
California shoeshine boys
countin’ up their dimes
countin’ up the girls they
Mama, mama
you’re a whiz and a scholar too
mama, open
Children of the Junks
slant-eyed
Children of the Junks
go by
mama’s comin’ s
Here’s your old friendship ring
I can’t wear it no more
here’s
Gypsy man
the river has seen
our lost melodies
with their notes so
Kisses from you
in the flames of December’s boudoir
they fill me
Eli’s comin’
Eli’s a comin’
Whoa, you better hide your heart
your lovin�
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