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Dying on the Vine

I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it

I wish someone would show me where to draw the line

I'd lay down my sword if you would take it

And tell everyone back home I'm doing fineI was with you down in Acapulco

Trading clothing for some wine

Smelling like an old adobe woman

Or a William Burroughs playing for lost timeI was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about what's mine

I was living my life like a Hollywood

But I was dying on the vineWho could sleep through all that noisy chatter

The troops, the celebrations in the sun

The authorities say my papers are all in order

And if I wasn't such a coward I would runI'll see you me when all the shooting's over

Meet me on the other side of town

Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection

It's always nice to have them hanging aroundI was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about what's mine

I was living my life like a Hollywood

But I was dying, dying on the vine

Songwriters

JOHN CALE, LARRY SLOMANPublished by

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