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