Nothing Dies Harder Than a Bad Idea
Everybody's got a love song.
Everybody's got their own sad story.
And, for 15 minutes in time,
everybody gets a little bit of glory
... and love ... sometimes
When I was a young man,
I thought that time was never ending.
I was searching for my home at the end of the world.
Now, all I really know ...
Lovers come and go.
I spent my life trying
to burn the fat off my soul,
trying to remember all the lies that I've told.
Now I finally realize that nothing really dies
harder than a bad idea.
I had a friend down in Key West.
He didn't have much, but never settled for less.
If he couldn't find true love,
he could always rent it for a while.
He took a trip down to Panama ...
ended up back in Florida ...
He closed his eyes in the winter of a dying soul.
Now, all I really know ...
Seasons come and go.
You can spend your life trying
to burn the fat off your soul.
You can try to forgive all the lies you've been told.
Until you realize that nothing really dies ...
harder than a bad idea.
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