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favorite line from a song?

I'd wanna kiss my wife, I'd wanna hug my baby
But when my goodbyes are through
Foamin' at the mouth, high in the hackles
Motherfucker, I'ma come for you

To put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' list
 
I’m looking California but feeling Minnesota.
 
If I could make a wish
I think I'd pass
Can't think of anythin' I need
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat, no books to read
Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired
What more could I ask
There's nothing left to be desired
 
A certain measure of innocence
Willing to appear naive
A certain degree of imagination
A measure of make-believe
A certain degree of surrender
To the forces of light and heat
A shot of satisfaction
In a willingness to risk defeat

Celebrate the moment
As it turns into one more
Another chance at victory
Another chance to score
The measure of the moment
In a difference of degree
Just One Little Victory
A spirit breaking freeeeee
 
Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
And whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded, now I'm doing time
Now I'm doing time
'Cause I fell on black days
 
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake, they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early



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And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.
 
I want you today and even more tomorrow
Let the clock keep turnin' coffee into wine
 
It seemed like she's been here forever
Her branches as black as the seas
She's been through it all
By the luck of the draw
She became the old hanging tree
 
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped a-way
She slipped awaaaaaaaay...
 
I toil in silence, don't know where my mind is
Numb from the shock of it all
Cut myself open, but I wasn't broken
Tryin' to fix what wasn't wrong
 
"Christmas time is here by golly, 'Tis the season to be jolly,
Deck the halls with hunks of holly, Fill the cup and don't say when,
Kill some roosters ducks and chickens, Mix up the punch,
Drag out the Dickens, Even though the prospect sickens,
Brother here we go again..."
 
I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
The words hung above
But never would form
Like a cry at the final
Breath that is drawn
Remember me, love
When I'm reborn
As the shrike to your sharp
And glorious thorn

 
Call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
 
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