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In writing songs, I've learned as much from Cezanne as I have from Woody Guthrie.
Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
I never wanted to be a prophet or a saviour. Elvis maybe