Well, I'll tell you a story
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of whiskey and mystics and men,
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And about the believers and
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how the whole thing began.
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First there were women and
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children obeying the moon,
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Then daylight brought wisdom
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and fever and sickness too soon.
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You can try to remind me
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instead of the other, you can.
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You can help to insure
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that we all insecure our command.
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If you don't give a listen,
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I won't try to tell your new hand.
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This is it; can't you see
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that we all have our ends in the band.
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And if all of the teachers and
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preachers of wealth were arraigned,
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We could see quite a future
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for me in the literal sands.
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And if all the people
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could claime to inspect such regrets,
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well, we'd have no forgiveness,
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forgetfullness, faithful remorse.
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So I tell you, I tell you,
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I tell you we must send away.
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We must try to find a
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new answer instead of a way.
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Whiskey, Mystics And Men (Live)
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| The Doors |
