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invisible
city
Looking back at the crash site I don't see me by the roadside Well this
heart is on wheels tonight Straight through the ghettos And without
lights Now every heart has a blind side Where it learns how to
improvise This place is a whorehouse tonight Cheap lovers make
expensive wives
Chorus: But all of these horses That you chase
around In the end they are the ones That always bring you down This
invisible city Where no one sees nothing We're touching faces in the
dark Feeling pretty is so hard
Now all of these voices And all of
these noises With all their illusions of choices They've come to my door
With one dozen roses The imitation of good faith Is how you stumble
upon hate It may have been the first of mistakes When we held on too
loosely Then opened the gates
(chorus)
Now I try not to tell
lies But there's pressures from inside So I've learned how to
compromise Good people for alibis
(chorus)
Words and Music by Jakob Dylan
(p) & (c) 1996
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