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******today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too |
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the flowers are dyin like all things do |
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follow me close, im going to bally-na-lee |
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ill lose my mind if you dont come with me |
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i fuss with my hair, and i fight blood feuds |
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i contain multitudes |
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got a tell-tale heart like mr. poe |
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got skeletons in the walls of people you know |
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ill drink to the truth and the things we said |
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ill drink to the man that shares your bed |
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i paint landscapes, and i paint nudes |
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i contain multitudes |
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a red cadillac and a black mustache |
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rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash |
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tell me, whats next? what shall we do? |
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half my soul, baby, belongs to you |
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i rollick and i frolic with all the young dudes |
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i contain multitudes |
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im just like anne frank, like indiana jones |
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and them british bad boys, the rolling stones |
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i go right to the edge, i go right to the end |
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i go right where all things lost are made good again |
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i sing the songs of experience like william blake |
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i have no apologies to make |
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everythings flowing all at the same time |
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i live on a boulevard of crime |
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i drive fast cars, and i eat fast foods |
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i contain multitudes |
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pink pedal-pushers, red blue jeans |
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all the pretty maids, and all the old queens |
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all the old queens from all my past lives |
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i carry four pistols and two large knives |
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im a man of contradictions, im a man of many moods |
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i contain multitudes |
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you greedy old wolf, ill show you my heart |
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but not all of it, only the hateful part |
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ill sell you down the river, ill put a price on your head |
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what more can i tell you? i sleep with life and death in the same bed |
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get lost, madame, get up off my knee |
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keep your mouth away from me |
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ill keep the path open, the path in my mind |
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ill see to it that theres no love left behind |
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ill play beethovens sonatas, and chopins preludes |
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i contain multitudes |
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