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By Bob Dylan, Your Breath is sweet, your eyes are like
Two jewels in
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By Bob Dylan, One more night, the stars are in sight
But tonight I'm
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By Bob Dylan, Slippin' and slidin' like a weasel on the run,
I'm lookin'
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By Bob Dylan, I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take
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By Bob Dylan, Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is
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By Bob Dylan, A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar
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By Bob Dylan, Now, there's a certain thing
That I learned from Jim
That he'd
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By Bob Dylan, Ain't it hard to stumble
And land in some funny lagoon?
Ain't
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By Bob Dylan, Oxford town, Oxford town
Everybody's got their heads bowed down
Sun don't
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By Bob Dylan, Peggy Day stole my poor heart away,
By golly, what more
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I've already had two beers
I'm ready for the broom
Please,
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By Bob Dylan, Well, early in the mornin'
'Til late at night,
I got a
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By Bob Dylan, You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my
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By Bob Dylan, Precious angel, under the sun,
How was I to know you'd
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By Bob Dylan, Well I'm pressing on
Yes, I'm pressing on
Well I'm pressing on
To
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By Bob Dylan, Go ahead and talk about him because he makes you
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By Bob Dylan, When your mother sends back all your invitations
And your father
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By Bob Dylan, Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats,
Some are building
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By Bob Dylan, They'll stone you when you're trying to be so good
They'll
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By Bob Dylan, Well, they'll stone you when
You're trying to be so good.
They'll
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By Bob Dylan, Oh all the money that in my whole life I
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By Bob Dylan, Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams,
Ring them
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By Bob Dylan, Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face
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By Bob Dylan, With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes
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By Bob Dylan, I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When
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By Bob Dylan, I was blinded by the devil,
Born already ruined,
Stone-cold dead
As I
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By Bob Dylan, If You find it in Your heart, can I be
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By Bob Dylan, Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I thought that the rain would cool things down
But
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By Bob Dylan, Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road
