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By Bob Dylan, When they came for Him in the garden, did they
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By Bob Dylan, I was in your presence for an hour or so
Or
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By Bob Dylan, Do you love me, or are you just extending goodwill?
Do
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By Bob Dylan, I married Isis on the fifth day of May,
But
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By Bob Dylan, Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill.
Well,
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By Bob Dylan, You must leave now, take what you need, you think
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By Bob Dylan, Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The
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By Bob Dylan, Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who
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By Bob Dylan, John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with
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By Bob Dylan, Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of
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By Bob Dylan, Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody
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By Bob Dylan, When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime
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By Bob Dylan, Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use
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By Bob Dylan, When your mind gets twisted and your head grows numb
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By Bob Dylan, Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay,
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By Bob Dylan, Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady,
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By Bob Dylan, Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box
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By Bob Dylan, Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do
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By Bob Dylan, Once upon a time you dressed so fine, threw the
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By Bob Dylan, The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for
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By Bob Dylan, 1. Oh, where is little Maggie
Over yonder she stands,
Rifle on
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By Bob Dylan, Went out last night to take a little round.
I met
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By Bob Dylan, Since you've been gone,
I've been walking around
With my head bowed
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By Bob Dylan, I pulled out for San Anton',
I never felt so good.
My
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By Bob Dylan, Long-distance operator,
Place this call, it's not for fun.
Long-distance operator,
Please, place
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By Bob Dylan, My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't
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By Bob Dylan, I'm walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you
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By Bob Dylan, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I
