Jimi Hendrix played loud and free, Sergeant Pepper was real to me.
Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall.
Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he's fresh out of law school, you gave him a license to steal.
Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.
She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
To this day, I've never had a hit in England. Year of the Cat was a hit everywhere in the world except England.
We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.
Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.
You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.
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