: There's a place in the world for the angry young man With his working class ties and his radical plans He refuses to bend he refuses to crawl And he
: If you search for tenderness It isn't hard to find You can have the love you need to live But if you look for truthfulness You might just as well be
met as soul mates On Parris Island We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp As sharp as knives And we were so gung ho To lay down our lives
: She cuts you once, she cuts you twice But still you believe The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood But you don't have strength to leave You'
: Why can't I lay low Why can't I say what I mean Why don't I stay home And get myself into some boring routine Why can't I calm down Why is it always
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far away from the door If there's a chance of it opening up They hear a voice in the hall outside And hope that it just passes by Some people live with
: Come out Virginia, don't let me me wait You Catholic girls start much too late But sooner or later it comes down to fate I might as well be the one
: Late at night When it's dark and cold I reach out For someone to hold When I'm blue When I'm lonely She comes through She's the only one who can My
: I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance
: Well we're living here in Allentown And they're closing all the factories down Out in Bethlehem they're killing time Filling out forms Standing in
living in her uptown world I bet she never had a backstreet guy I bet her mama never told her why I'm gonna try for an uptown girl She's been living
of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question of when I've lived
: Well you went uptown riding in your limousine With your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And
: (Bob Dylan) Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched
: (Lennon/McCartney) Oh, flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C. Didn't get to bed last night On the way the paper bag was on my knee Man I had a dreadful