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The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no....
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
were smoking out along the open road;
the night was very dark and thick...
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I finally broke into the prison,
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
all the...
I came upon a butcher,
he was slaughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
with his tortured lamb.
He said,...
The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a Jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand....
Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, \"Where are you golden boy,
where...
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
Wounded in the line of duty,
parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail...
I tried to leave you, I don't deny
I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times.
I'd wake up every morning by your side....
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I set out one night
When the tide was low
There were signs in the sky
But I did not know
I'd be caught in the grip
Of the undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl
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