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the altar. Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature? I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture. There's

: May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to

the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't making any great connection Wasn

the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams, For they're deep and they're wide And the world's on its side

I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's

small dog licking your face. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman. Well, the rifleman's

Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind. He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about But I'll see him in anything so

rolling rocks. She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. Gentlemen

Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't making any great connection