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Same Rain (Martinis and Bikinis) i went to
the sun it was too hot i went to the moon it was too cold went ot the mountain it was too
young went to the ocean it was too old is it the same rain that falls on holy man is it
the same rain that falls on a liar's hand is it the same rain that falls on me i knew a
man a refugee survival was his art all that he held valuable he carried in his heart is it
the same rain that falls on the mountain's face is it the same rain that falls on the
prison gate is it the same rain that falls on me all the money in the world all the power
it can buy will not take your voice away cannot own what you hold inside is it the same
rain that falls on a poor man's room is it the same rain that falls on a rich man's tomb
is it the same rain that falls on me is it the same rain that falls on the raging sea is
it the same rain that falls on the hanging tree is it the same rain that falls on me Criminals (The Criminal Under My Own Hat) There is no crime he cannot commit No murder too complex His heart is filled with larceny And violence and sex His heart is filled with envy And revenge and greed His heart is filled with nothing His heart is filled with need He's capable of anything Of any vicious act This criminal is dangerous The criminal under my own hat Come With Me (Ole) It's a beautiful prison we're livin' in Come take my hand It's a beautiful castle we've built On the beautiful sand With this beautiful ocean before us And all of these beautiful things It's almost as if we exsist in a beautiful dream Only I'm not so sure what it's worth Or what any of it means Come with me Take my hand Come let's go Don't ask where Cause I don't know Come on let's go Now I don't have a problem with objects I love the material zone I love the smell of the forest The expanse of the desert The way that the heavens were thrown And the sound and the power of the ocean And the sparkle of diamonds and gold And the mysterious light From that starry night painting By Vincent Van Gogh It's just nothing I need to upset myself Trying to own So come with me Come on let's go Take my hand Don't ask where cause I don't know But come on let's go I've heard of a country Where nobody cares what you've got Where the cut of your clothes Or the make of your car Doesn't mean a whole lot Where acts of compassion Are valued like pieces of art And people aren't judged on possessions But by the intentions of the heart |
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