| Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too
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| The flowers are dyin' like all things do
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| Follow me close, I'm going to Balian Bali
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| I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
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| I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
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| I contain multitudes
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| Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
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| Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
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| I'll drink to the truth and the things we said
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| I'll drink to the man that shares your bed
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| I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
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| I contain multitudes
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| Red Cadillac and a black mustache
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| Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
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| Tell me, what's next? |
| What shall we do?
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| Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
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| I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes
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| I contain multitudes
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| I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
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| And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
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| I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
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| I go right where all things lost are made good again
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| I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
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| I have no apologies to make
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| Everything's flowing all at the same time
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| I live on the boulevard of crime
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| I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
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| I contain multitudes
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| Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
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| All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
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| All the old queens from all my past lives
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| I carry four pistols and two large knives
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| I'm a man of contradictions, I'm a man of many moods
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| I contain multitudes
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| You greedy old wolf, I'll show you my heart
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| But not all of it, only the hateful part
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| I'll sell you down the river, I'll put a price on your head
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| What more can I tell you? |
| I sleep with life and death in the same bed
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| Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
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| Keep your mouth away from me
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| I'll keep the path open, the path in my mind
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| I'll see to it that there's no love left behind
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| I'll play Beethoven's sonatas, and Chopin's preludes
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| I contain multitudes |