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Live in New York City
Disc 1
01. The Stone
02. Warehouse
03. One Sweet World
04. Funny the Way It Is
05. Seek Up
06. Seven
07. Squirm
08. Crash Into Me
09. You Might Die Trying
Disc 2
01. Proudest Monkey >
02. Satellite
03. Spaceman
04. Dancing Nancies
05. Gravedigger
06. Blackjack
07. Stay (Wasting Time)
08. Two Step
09. Some Devil
10. Shake Me Like a Monkey
11. Bass Solo >
12. All Along the Watchtower
Could I have been
A parking lot attendant?
Could I have been
A millionaire in Bel Air?
Could I have been
Lost somewhere in Paris?
Could I have been
Your little brother?

Could I have been
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been
Anyone other than me?
Could I have been
Anyone?

He stands touch his hair his shoes untied
Tongue gaping stare
Could I have been a magnet for money?
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Twenty-three and so tired of life
Such a shame to throw it all away
The images grow darker still
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Then I
Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying?
What's the use in hurrying?
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

I am who I am who I am well
Who am I?
Requesting some enlightenment
Could I have been anyone other than me?

And then I'll sing and dance I'll play for you tonight
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out

Then I
Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying?
What's the use in hurrying?
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

Falling out of a world of lies
Could I have been dancing Nancy?
A dancing Nancy
Could I have been anyone other than me?

And then I'll sing and dance
La lala hey, la lala hey, la lala
Sing and dance
La lala hey, la lala hey, la lala

Sing and dance I'll play for you tonight
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out

Then I
Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying?
What's the use in hurrying?
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy