Give to me one more kiss.
Impart your spirit on my memory.
Chill my heart with a touch.
Ignite me with a glance.
...
(For Jim Morrison)
The Indian's soul embrassed you,
on that lost desert highway.
...
Once again I've returned,
here I sit watching ghosts.
In the house of the haunted
where I buried the past.
...
You've turned my world around,
you came without warning.
You've trashed all my views,
flipped my realm on its head.
...
Tie me down and set me free.
Peer into me and make me sting.
Flay my flesh, release my soul.
Make me cry, make me bleed.
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May I come and walk your shores,
would you take me in?
Show me around and
climb the mountains with me?
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I've walked the streets of London.
Set sail for the shores of France.
Found tequila
on the beaches of mexico.
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I tell lies to please you,
hiding all but my face.
I give you what you want,
even as it causes pain.
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I'm locked in a cell
and the key is around my neck.
For this is a prison
of my own design.
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Where have I been?
Where am I going?
What pushed me in this direction?
Who's hands molded me?
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