| She came running down the highway, naked as the sun
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| Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum
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| Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see?
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| A poet? |
| No, A fool? |
| I hope not. |
| A bum?
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| No… I’m only me
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| When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come
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| Laughing like some virgin’s daughter, said she run for run.
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| Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we’re free
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| A poet? |
| No, A fool? |
| I hope not. |
| A bum?
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| No… I’m only me
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| Interlude with humming:
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| Lee says something here I can’t understand
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| Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day
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| Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may.
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| Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary
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| A poet? |
| No, A fool? |
| I hope not. |
| A bum?
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| No… I’m only me
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| Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new.
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| Take them, said she, to the children, they’ll know what to do.
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| Soon their games of madness will become reality
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| A poet? |
| No, A fool? |
| I hope not. |
| A bum?
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| No… I’m only me
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| Said she’d take me to the morning rains my soul’s on fire
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| I said morning rains I’ve heard will wash away desire
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| She grew angry wings and left in circled finity
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| A poet? |
| No, A fool? |
| I hope not. |
| A bum?
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| No… I’m only me
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| No… I’m only me
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| No… I’m only me |