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There Used To Be A Time When The Idea Of Heroes Was Important. People Grew Up Sharing Those Myths And Legends And Ideals. Now They Grow Up Sharing Mcdonalds And Disneyland.

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There Used To Be A Time When The Idea Of Heroes Was Important. People Grew Up Sharing Those Myths And Legends And Ideals. Now They Grow Up Sharing Mcdonalds And Disneyland.

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We're Living In Times Where Men Commit Crimes And Crime Don't Have A Face.

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How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

I Was Born A Long Way From Where I Belong And I Am On My Way Home.

I Hurt Easy, I Just Don't Show It. You Can Hurt Someone And Not Even Know It.

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I Was Sick Of The Way My Lyrics Had Been Extrapolated, Their Meanings Subverted Into Polemics And That I Had Been Anointed As The Big Bubba Of Rebellion, High Priest Of Protest, The Duke Of Disobedience, Leader Of The Freeloaders, Kaiser Of Apostasy, Archbishop Of Anarchy, The Big Cheese. Horrible Titles Any Way You Want To Look At It. All Code Words For Outlaw.

Everything From Toy Guns That Spark To Flesh-colored Christs That Glow In The Dark It's Easy To See Without Looking Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.

All Right, I'll Take A Chance. I Will Fall In Love With You. If I'm A Fool You Can Have The Night, You Can Have The Morning Too. Can You Cook And Sew. Make Flowers Grow. Do You Understand My Pain? Are You Willing To Risk It All Or Is Your Love In Vain?

Falling In Love

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I'm Gonna Spare The Defeated. I'm Gonna Tame The Proud.

Masters Of The Bluff And Masters Of The Proposition, But The Enemy I See Wears A Cloak Of Decency.

One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong.

Since My Feet Are Now Fast And Point Away From The Past, I'll Bid Farewell And Be Down The Line.

You Shouldn't Let Other People Get Your Kicks For You.

I Don't Really Have A Retirement Plan.

Watch Waterfalls Of Pity Roar, You Feel To Moan But Unlike Before, You Discover That You'd Just Be One More Person Crying.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging.

I Define Nothing. Not Beauty, Not Patriotism. I Take Each Thing As It Is, Without Prior Rules About What It Should Be.

I Fought With My Twin, The Enemy Within.

Life Is Sad, Life Is A Bust, All You Can Do Is Do What You Must.

There's Danger In This Open World Where Men Strive To Be Free, And To Me The Greatest Danger Was In Society.

And I’ll Tell It And Think It And Speak It And Breathe It And Reflect It From The Mountain So All Souls Can See It Then I’ll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinkin’ But I’ll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singin

... We're Living In A Machiavellian World, Whether We Like It Or We Don't.

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

Strange How People Who Suffer Together Have Stronger Connections Than Those Who Are Most Content.

Truth Is Like A Waterslide-only Fun When It's Slippery And Wet.

I'm Good With Songs I Haven't Written, If I Like Them. I'm Glad I Didn't Write Any Of Them. I Already Know How They Go, So I Have More Freedom With Them. I Understand These Songs. I've Known Them For 40 Years, 50 Years, Maybe Longer, And They Make A Lot Of Sense. So I'm Not Coming To Them Like A Stranger.

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