Life On The Run

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Home alone with philip roth, and a sweater I got from H and moth

Its the first day of summer and I got me a fever, and a messaage from turner and he says

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"Ivar, c'est bon man", I live the life of a raconteur,
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I play guitar and I go on tour, it doesn’t matter that I am poor  I’m a king man

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16 sharks in a tidal wave, cant even look at a blade so I never shave,

I get irrational fears and timidity, and cold cold sweat from anxiety,

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man I’m feeling like a batman, I’m feeling like superman,
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I’m feeling like a man whos got to hide everything he is from the world outside and its not cool

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I bruised a muscle and I broke my jaw, Im being hassled by the godamn law,

they get away with murder and racial wars and I’m just watching louis free of charge.
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I’ve been chasing my tail and they open my mail,
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they want my ass in jail and it seems unfair its out there

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I got a girl and she is dope, for my birthday she bought me a telescope,

she says its for the eclipse, its for the moon and the sun, I watch the people on the street its
 a lot more fun.
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See Im a bit of a dwyer, or maybe weirdly wired.
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I rule the city from a rocking chair, state qualities lasez faire but its out there


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See I can’t settle down, I go crazy when I stay in town, I only come to life on the run.
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Put me on a plane man, on a bus or on a train man, and in the morning I’ll be gone.

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Fake ids and a real moustache, marijuana from a private stash. See I never get high but I’ll 
give it a try man,
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I’m going legal in californ-I-A I’m on my way. With a fist full of sand and an old palm tree,
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I close my eyes and I then I count to three and its all right

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I dig the beatles and I dig the blues, the moldy peaches and the silver jews,

I can never imagine what my life would be if I hadn’t always have Bob Dylan with me.

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I mean everything he wrote, man I’m strung out on heroes

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My friend Jeff Lewis says songs about songwriting suck
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so I won’t even mention the writers block I go through sometimes.

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See I can’t settle down, I go crazy when I stay in town, I only come to life on the run.
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Put me on a boat man, on a horse or on a goat man, and in the morning I’ll be gone.
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In the morning I’ll be gone.
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In the morning I’ll be gone.
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 In the morning I’ll be gone gone gone gone gonnnnnne.