But all my life is a mystery, a song I sing, a place for me to spread my special thing. I'd fall apart but for the melody in my view. And all my love is in everything I do and I'm not gonna stop, gonna spread my wings, gonna take it to the top. I swear to God, but I don't know what I wouldn't do.

Esta Vida is life.
Got myself a twenty dollar bill,
I'm gonna rocket on through the night.
Esta Vida is life.
No matter what the doctor gonna say,
I've had a mighty good life.

She held my hand, as though it were the last one, that she would ever have to call her own. And in this time, she built up her defenses, and it's a damn good thing she works alone.

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You were the one that they run and they turn to. Always the same 'cause he loves who he wants to. Never could guess 'cause he knows his opinion, better than anyone else. Sick of himself he can care for no other, but now he's so far away he's lost touch with his mother, and he has suffered enough for the cause, but a secret clause says spread your wings and fly.

Everything is gonna be okay, when the day turns to night or the night turns into day. I'd fall apart but for the melody in my view. But all my love in everything I do and I'm not gonna stop, gonna spread my wings, gonna take it to the top. I swear to God but I don't know what I wouldn't do.

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So, you say you want a hit song. One that I'll write just so the world can sing along. You're gonna like it when the radio is on, humming it all day long, you've got the melody in your head.

You got the hit song. One day I'm here and the next I am gone. Right or wrong, it doesn't matter what I say, you're gonna come away with the melody in your head.

Different faces, same ideas, different faces, same ideas... Life goes on, after the song, life goes on and on and...

How many times have you heard this song on the radio before? Spinning the dial for your favorite style, baby that's entertainment.

I never worried about myself any more than you do. I carried on like a butterfly and flew for higher mountains.

Are you fully satisfied with everything you write? Are you doing it for love? Are you living in the past, trying to make your moment last? What do you think I'm thinking of?

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How many times have you heard that line about the guy who lost the girl? Well this is a case where I've lost my taste for the same old observations.

But I never worried about myself anymore than you do. I carried on like a butterfly and flew for higher mountains.

There are places in your heart, you search for love and call it art. Can't we all just get along? In your search for higher ground, you make no efforts to come down. I won't forget you when I'm gone.

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I won't take "no" for an answer. My eyes are set on you. It'll take much more than a mouthful, to tell you how much I love you.

But even when I strike out on my own, I trickle down to leave this world alone, I filter out and I'm no different than anybody else, walkin' downtown.

I live my life for a reason. To spread my wealth around. To make music and love and lift consciousness up it's a feeling, every time that I'm around.

Noel, do tell, I know you, too well.
Noel, do tell, I know you, too well,
and you're no different than anybody else.

Oh, darlin', Jimmy packed his bags and went away. Oh, darlin', it didn't have to be this way. . .

Well it's a capital offense, to write it on the wall, that you hate your country and you'd kill your family. Now you've lost your best defense, and you want to tell them all, but your ill-bred actions brought no satisfaction.

But, it's never enough.
You know it's never enough.

You know something I don't.
Always do what I won't.
Everything is stranger I'm no better from this at all.

Have you lost yourself.
Oh, you gotta pick it up.
You got your health and something to believe in.
Have you lost yourself.
Oh, you gotta pick it up.
You got your health and something to believe in.

Flying into mountains.
Faring, but whose your captain.

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If you want to make it right, then you gotta take a stand. Gotta fight your own impressions, and be a better man. 'Cause the world is on your shoulders, but the weight is what you need. It may feel a little colder, you got to bleed to feed the seed.

You ride the wave that guides you.
Always deep within you.

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I left my mother's womb in 1969. I went through life and let my optimism shine. And opportunity was never hard to find. You got to hold on, hold on to your honor.

Remember doing things I thought were pretty cool. Like gettin' high and drinking whiskey after school. So sentimental they could play me for a fool. You've got to hold on, hold on to your honor.

You say love is what you need. I would do anything just to bring you up to speed, that all my hopes and all my dreams, they come together exactly as they seem.

First rule says you've got to believe in who you are. Second asks you to believe anything is possible. Third, get up and do it, boy you'll be a star. My roots are constellations, guiding me home 'cause I'm living for the love of rock and roll.

I celebrate the times when I was young and life was easy. Seven days a week and it was always fun. And everything we did was reason for a celebration. What I would give to be forever young. Forever and ever and ever 'til I'm cool with growing...

I'm a moonshine daydreamer, sweet sugar cane. If I had to do it again I wouldn't change a thing. I've made mistakes that have changed my mind. Everything to gain, nothing left to leave behind.

Life's too short for anger, too short to live in fear. Too short for the mad-a-men screaming that the end is near. Too short to be silent, too short to be alone. My roots are constellations, guiding me home 'cause I'm living for the love of rock and roll.

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Time it passes by, you let it go. Love it come on in, and out my door. When nothing else remains, but what's inside, you've got to hold on, hold on...

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Been livin' in a hotel lobby most my life. Never owned more than I could carry and that's alright. Did what I wanted to do. So I sing these words that are true because I'm proud of what I do, and I thank God I am part of the lucky few who have purpose.

I've had good times here, how much they mean to me you'll never know. I wouldn't trade any of my memories, but I got to hit the road.

I want to live the perfect life with a house, two kids and a very, very lovely wife. All it takes is your faith in me, and my faith in you it grows greater when you set me free.

Better than love is a little bit of respect and knowing when, to let it go.

Someday, baby, when I return, I'll let you buy my story, tell you what I've learned . . .