Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, tooThe flowers are dyin' like all things doFollow me close, I'm going to Balian BaliI'll lose my mind if you don't come with meI fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feudsI contain multitudesGot a tell-tale heart, like Mr. PoeGot skeletons in the walls of people you knowI'll drink to the truth and the things we saidI'll drink to the man that shares your bedI paint landscapes, and I paint nudesI contain multitudesRed Cadillac and a black mustacheRings on my fingers that sparkle and flashTell me, what's next? What shall we do?Half my soul, baby, belongs to youI relic and I frolic with all the young dudesI contain multitudesI'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana JonesAnd them British bad boys, The Rolling StonesI go right to the edge, I go right to the endI go right where all things lost are made good againI sing the songs of experience like William BlakeI have no apologies to makeEverything's flowing all at the same timeI live on the boulevard of crimeI drive fast cars, and I eat fast foodsI contain multitudesPink petal-pushers, red blue jeansAll the pretty maids, and all the old queensAll the old queens from all my past livesI carry four pistols and two large knivesI'm a man of contradictionsI'm a man of many moodsI contain multitudesYou greedy old wolf, I'll show you my heartBut not all of it, only the hateful partI'll sell you down the river, I'll put a price on your headWhat more can I tell you?I sleep with life and death in the same bedGet lost, madame, get up off my kneeKeep your mouth away from meI'll keep the path open, the path in my mindI'll see to it that there's no love left behindI'll play Beethoven's sonatas, and Chopin's preludesI contain multitudes
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Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin' like all things do
Follow me close, I'm going to Balian Bali
I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes
Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I'll drink to the truth and the things we said
I'll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes
Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what's next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes
I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything's flowing all at the same time
I live on the boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes
Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I'm a man of contradictions
I'm a man of many moods
I contain multitudes
You greedy old wolf, I'll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I'll sell you down the river, I'll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you?
I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I'll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I'll see to it that there's no love left behind
I'll play Beethoven's sonatas, and Chopin's preludes
I contain multitudes
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