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You use me to get you anything you wanted.
Oh, but I’m a changed man now, baby,
And your other friend can get you what you want now.
If I go through those same things again,
I’ll be worse off than I started.

Girl, you’re such a bad influence
And you’ve got ways to make me do what you want.
Girl, you’re such a bad influence;
I’ve got to stay away.

I’ve been hurt in all of the worst kind of ways,
And it’s you pretty baby,
I’ve just got to stay away from.
I won’t go through those same things again;
I’m so glad that we parted.

Chorus

Somebody please, you’ve got to help me break away.
You know I don’t like this lonely feeling.
It wasn’t meant to be this way.
I won’t go through those same things again;
I’m so glad we parted.

Chorus

You’re such a bad influence;
And I have got to stay away.
You’re such a bad influence;
I’ve got to stay away from you, baby.
I’ve got to stay away.

 [Wheels of Fire - In the Studio:]

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
I’ll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She’s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
I’ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

[Live Cream Vol. 2:]

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
She’s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
And I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
As I walked in such a bad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own needs just beginning.
And I’ll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgovern.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She’s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

And I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.