Creative Differences Songtext
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I was on the 59th Street Bridge
but I wasn't feeling groovy
Some kids were throwing rocks at pigeons
New York was exactly like a movie
of New York would be
But wouldn't we both be better off
if you come back home from London
so we could get some work done
but I wasn't feeling groovy
Some kids were throwing rocks at pigeons
New York was exactly like a movie
of New York would be
But wouldn't we both be better off
if you come back home from London
so we could get some work done
I got sent up on Cripple Creek
I didn't see no drunkard's dream there
I was so angry I could hardly speak
I had to surrender to a scene where
I said even though
it isn't my idea I think I get it
We do all the hard work
you take all the credit
You be the melody and I'll be the music stand
You be the symphony and I'll be the cover band
Whatever it takes I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you
Creative diffences it's sad but it's still true
I went down by the river
but I couldn't shoot my baby
Holding my hands so I wouldn't shiver said I wouldn't live here if you paid me
Then I blew my thing
it wasn't like I thought I could fake it
Some are born to dish it
out some are born to take it
You be the Guernica and I'll be the Polaroid
You be the big destroyer and I'll remain paranoid
Whatever it takes I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you
Creative differences it's a sad song but no less true
I didn't see no drunkard's dream there
I was so angry I could hardly speak
I had to surrender to a scene where
I said even though
it isn't my idea I think I get it
We do all the hard work
you take all the credit
You be the melody and I'll be the music stand
You be the symphony and I'll be the cover band
Whatever it takes I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you
Creative diffences it's sad but it's still true
I went down by the river
but I couldn't shoot my baby
Holding my hands so I wouldn't shiver said I wouldn't live here if you paid me
Then I blew my thing
it wasn't like I thought I could fake it
Some are born to dish it
out some are born to take it
You be the Guernica and I'll be the Polaroid
You be the big destroyer and I'll remain paranoid
Whatever it takes I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you
Creative differences it's a sad song but no less true
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