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Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Set them free
Follow me down
You tell them they don't have to run
We're gonna pick up everyone
Come on, take me by my hand
Gonna bury all our troubles in the sand,
Oh yeah
Can't you see the wonder at your feet
Your life's complete
Follow me down
Can't you see me growing, get your guns
The time has come
To follow me down
Follow me across the sea
Where milky babies seem to be
Molded, flowing revelry
With the one that set them free
Tell all the people that you see
It's just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
We'll be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
It's just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Follow me down You got to follow me down
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
We'll be free
Follow me down
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Come on, come on
Now, touch me, babe
Can't you see that I am not afraid
What was that promise that you made
Why won't you tell me what she said
What was that promise that you made
Now I'm gonna love you
'Til the heavens stop the rain
I'm gonna love you
'Til the stars fall from the sky
For you and I
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There will never be
Another one like you
There will never be
Another one who can
Do the things you do, Oh
Will you give another chance?
Will you try a little try?
Please stop and you'll remember
We were together
Aanyway
All right!
Now, if you have a certain evening
You could lend to me
I'd give it all right back to you
Know how it has to be, with you
I know your moods
And your mind
And your mind
And your mind
And your mind
And your mind
Will you stop and think and wonder?
Just what you'll see
Out on the train-yard
Nursing penitentiary
It's gone
I cry out long
Go head, brother
Did you stop to consider
How it will feel,
Cold grinding grizzly bear jaws
Hot on your heels
Do you often stop and whisper
It's Saturday's shore
The whole world's a savior,
Who could ever ever ever ever, ever, ever
Ask for more?
Do you remember?
Will you stop?
Will you stop, the pain?
There will never be another one
Like you
There will never be
Another one who can
Do the things you do, Oh
Will you give another chance?
Will you try, a little try?
Please stop and you'll remember
We were together
Anyway
All right
How you must think and wonder
How I must feel
Out on the meadows
While you're on the field
I'm alone for you
And I cry
"He's sweatin', look at him...
optical promise...
you'll be dead and in hell before
I'm born...
sure thing...bridesmaid...
the only solution...
Isn't it amazing?"
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Ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah
Please me, yeah
Please baby
Please, please
Please, please listen to me children
Please, please listen to me children
Please, please listen to me children
Please, please listen to me children
You are the ones who will rule the world
Listen to me children
Listen to me children
Please, please, listen to me children
Please, please, listen to me children
You are the ones who will rule the world
You gotta please me
All night
Please, please listen to me children
Said please, please, listen to me children
Please, yeah, please me
I'm askin' you
Please, please listen to me children
Please, please listen to me children
Please, please listen to me children
Please, my children
Please, children
Please
Children
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And I know
It will be
An easy ride, all right
And I know
It will be
Easy ride, ok
The mask that you wore
My fingers would explore
Costume of control
Excitement soon unfolds
And I know
It will be
Easy ride, yeah
Joy, for vaguely
Which' your pride
Which' your pride, yeah
Black polished stone
Black polished stone
I see your eyes
Like burnin' glass
Like burnin' glass
Hear you smile, smile, babe
The mask that you wore
My fingers would explore
Costume of control
Excitement soon unfolds, hey
Easy, baby
Call the queen, now
Be my bride
Ragin' darkness
By my side
Seize the summer
In your pride
Take the winter
In your stride
Let's ride, yeah
Easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, ease, easy
Yeah, yeah, ride
Dum, dum, dum, dum
Dum, dum, dum
Ride
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All right
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
Your our child, screamin' wild
(An ancient lunatic reigns
in the trees of the night)
With hunger at her heels
And freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Staring into the hollow idol's eye
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Your cool face
Your cool face
You remember when we were in Africa?
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Poor Otis dead and gone
Left me here to sing his song
Pretty little girl with the red dress on
Poor Otis dead and gone
Back down, turn around slowly
Try it again, remembering when
It was easy, try it again
Much to easy, remembering when
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin' blues
Don't fight, too much to lose
Can't fight the runnin' blues
Well, I've got the runnin' blues
Runnin' away, back to L.A.
Got to find the dock on the bay
Maybe find it back in L.A.
Runnin' scared
Runnin' blue
Goin' so fast
What'll I do
Well, I've got the runnin' blues
Runnin' away, back to L.A.
Got to find the dock on the bay
Maybe find it back in L.A.
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin' blues
Don't fight, too much to lose
Can't fight the runnin' blues
All right, look at my shoes
Not quite the walkin' blues
Don't fight, too much to lose
Can't fight the runnin' blues
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Wishful crystal
Water covers everything in blue
Coolin' water
Wishful sinful
Our love is beautiful to see
I know where I would like to be
Right back where I came
Wishful, sinful, wicked blue
Water covers you
Wishful, sinful, wicked you
Can't escape the blue
Magic risin'
Sun is shinin' deep beneath the sea
But not enough for you and me and sunshine
Love to hear the wind cry
Wishful sinful
Our love is beautiful to see
I know where I would like to be
Right back where I came
Wishful, sinful, wicked blue
Water covers you
Wishful, sinful, wicked you
Can't escape the blue
Love to hear the wind cry
Love to hear you cry, yeah, yeah
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When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women Growing stones
(Carrying babies to the river)
Streets and shoes, Avenues
Leather riders selling news
(The monk bought lunch)
He bought a little,
yes he did
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip... the best part... I really like.
What'd he say?
Yeah, right
Pretty good, huh?
Hah!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number.
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
(Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way)
The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
Deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, come on.
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Calling in the dogs
Calling all the dogs
Calling on the gods
Meet me at the crossroads
Meet me at the edge of town
Outskirts of the city
Just you and I
And the evening sky
You'd better come alone
You'd better bring your gun
We're gonna have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horses' eyes
And make them sleep
And cry....
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