Since My Feet Are Now Fast And

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.

Shadows Are Falling And I've Been Here All Day/it's Too Hot To Sleep, Time Is Running Away/feel Like My Soul Has Turned Into Steel/i've Still Got The Scars That The Sun Didn't Heal.

The Cards Are No Good That Your Are Holding Unless You're From Another World.

Fame It's Like... When You Look Through A Window, Say You Pass A Little Pub, Or An Inn. You Look Through The Window And You See People Talking And Carrying On. You,can Watch Outside The Window And See Them All Being Very Real With Each Other. But When You Walk Into The Room, It's Over. I Don't Pay Any Attention To It.

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.