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I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more / No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more / Well, I wake in the morning / Fold my hands and pray for rain

I write in cursive lines / And I need the help / I miss the shoulder of knowing / Nothing else

Meu bem me dê a sua mão / Ao entrarmos juntos na embarcação / Pro outro lado do mar / Além do que o olho vê

Quiéreme hasta que me desoriente / Hasta que me desencuentre / Hasta que me desaprenda / Quememos los álbumes de fotos

And who by fire, who by water,who in the sunshine, who in the night time,who by high ordeal, who by common trial,who in your merry merry month of may,who by very slow decay,and who shall I say is calling?And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,and who by avalanche, who by powder,who for his greed, who for his hunger,and who shall I say is calling?And who by brave assent, who by accident,who in solitude, who in this mirror,who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand,who in mortal chains, who in power,and who shall I say is calling?

(Na utopia é fácil esquecer-se da realidade / Uma é a vida e sete são os mares / Náufragos temos a escolha do que fazer com o fôlego que nos foi dado / E é a escolha que nos dá a oportunidade de por fogo na embarcação

Welcome to the land of questions / Welcome to the isle of lore / Where the veil came crumbling down / There it all began

Say it’s true / There’s nothing like me and you / I’m not alone / Tell me you feel it too

If you’re going to San Francisco / Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair / If you’re going to San Francisco / You’re gonna meet some gentle people there

Crimson flames tied through my ears / Rollin’ high and mighty traps / Pounced with fire on flaming roads / Using ideas as my maps