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And this is a sound of an acoustic guitar
And the voice of a man who doesn't want to be a star
And I don't need a famous writer, I can write my own script
And you should know by now that this song will be ripped
And this is not the sound of a thousand steel guitars
And no, I don't want five big houses and a hundred sport cars
And I sure don't want to live inside a Stephen King Script
And by now I should be famous but all my songs have been ripped
And Ooohhh
And this is the sound of an acoustic guitar
And the voice of a man who doesn't want to be a star
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Friend of Mine
04:06
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“The times they are a-changin’”
And I’m starting to get old
But there’s no reason why
I should stop acting bold
Cause better times are coming
There’s better times ahead
And I will find a reason
To get out of bed
And I won’t stop talking to girls
At least 'til I get laid
Yeah, when the party’s over and you’ve gone home
Remember: I’ve stayed
And I start smoking at seven
Start drinking around nine
And that’s the live that I would led
If Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
And hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
And I won’t lay off on punk
I’ll mix it with my folk
I can’t sell out without being bought
I just want to buy me some smokes
And life is like a jungle
And you will survive
Remember your friends and all the shit
That makes you feel alive
And hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
We went out every night smoking joints and drinking wine
And hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
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C8H10N4O2
03:52
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It hadn’t been a day where everything had turned out fine
I haven’t slept as much as I would like in this state of mind
But I don’t know and I don’t care, I can feel but I’m not there at all, at all
Oh she smiles at me and my heart just breaks free, but so does she
Smile at me and take my breath
I have to say that I love you to death
Oh just smile at me
She smiled into her tea while I drank my coffee, my coffee
As I smile, as I smile
Many of you may not know
All the stories that, the stories that I’m told
But smile at me, my love
And I’ll swear I’ll make you mine
If you stand by me, my love, I will get you home tonight
Stand by me my love, please smile
It hadn’t been a day where everything had turned out fine
But at least today I can say that you are mine, that you are mine.
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Simple Man
02:09
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I’m a simple man
So I sing a simple song
Never been so lovesick
And never been away for so long
I’m a simple man
So I live a simple life
Never been so close to you
And never felt so alive
I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and I just can make a single sound
And I can't make it alone.
I’m a simple man
So I play a simple game
Never been so much in love
And never thought I could lay a name
I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and I just can make a single sound
And I can't make it alone.
I’m a simple man
So I sing a simple song
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Chronicles and Souvenirs
03:51
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John Watson was a quiet man
He never talked about his past
He always had a bag ready
So he could leave town fast
He had a gun on the nightstand
Six bullets ready to put you down
He slept with one eye opened
And one foot on the ground
He was once Red John, a name that would strike you down in tears
He doesn’t talk about it, he just call them souvenirs
Chronicle after chronicle, they say Red John is dead
He took his last shot of whiskey and crawled back to bed
Now John heard the rumors
That haunted this troubled town
“Red John shall be killed
Once he sets foot on this ground.”
He rushed to the motel
To grab the bag and the gun
He rode his horse out of Bandera
And headed to the setting sun
“Red John is dead, Red John is dead”, he whispered from far away
He headed to another town in hopes to find a bright new day
But someone had been tailing him, a ghost from the past
His chronicles and souvenirs, he knew that they would never last
John Watson was a quiet man
He was chased for his sins
As his search for redemption ends
A new story would begin
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