| Lyric | Song Title |
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| The poet reads his crooked rhyme. Holy, holy is his sacrament. | |
| Die she must, the autumn winds blow chilly and cold. | |
| He lived all alone within a house, within a room, within himself. | |
| I'm empty and aching and I don't know why. Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike... | |
| Seasons change with the scenery, weaving time in a tapestry, won't you stop and remember me? | |
| I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. | |
| If you need a friend, I'm sailing right behind. | |
| And you read your Emily Dickinson and I my Robert Frost, and we note our place with bookmarks that measure what we've lost. | |
| I don't know what is real, I can't touch what I feel, and I hide behind the shield of my illusion. | |
| The force can't do a decent job 'cause the kids got no respect for the law today and blah, blah, blah. | |
| | Lyric | Song Title |
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| Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes; put it in your pantry with your cupcakes. | |
| My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, a scene badly written in which I must play. | |
| I don't know why I spend my time writing songs I can't believe with words that tear and strain to rhyme. | |
| And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories... | |
| And when I awoke and felt you warm and near, I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears. | |
| And the signs said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls. | |
| But you can take the crosstown bus if it's raining or it's cold. | |
| Generals order their soldiers to kill and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten. | |
| Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home. | |
| Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. I held her close but she faded in the night like a poem I meant to write. | |
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