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By Bob Dylan, A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front
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By Bob Dylan, If your mem'ry serves you well,
We were goin' to meet
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By Bob Dylan, Three angels up above the street,
Each one playing a horn,
Dressed
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I had to move fast
And I couldn't with you
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By Bob Dylan, Time passes slowly up here in the mountains,
We sit beside
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By Bob Dylan, Well you can tell ev'rybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em
Tiny Montgomery
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By Bob Dylan, (Is it rolling Bob?)
To be alone with you,
Just you and
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By Bob Dylan, Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your
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By Bob Dylan, The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The
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By Bob Dylan, If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was
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By Bob Dylan, Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my suitcase out there,
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By Bob Dylan, Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill
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By Bob Dylan, Tough Mama
Meat shakin' on your bones
I'm gonna go down to
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By Bob Dylan, Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm,
You got your
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By Bob Dylan, I'm getting weary looking in my baby's eyes
When she's near
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By Bob Dylan, Trust yourself,
Trust yourself to do the things that only you
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By Bob Dylan, The air is getting hotter
There's a rumbling in the skies
I've
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By Bob Dylan, Its unbelievable
Its strange but true
Its inconceiveable
It couldnt
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By Bob Dylan, There was a little boy
And there was a little
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By Bob Dylan, Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore,
My flashlight's from Taiwan,
My
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By Bob Dylan, There was a girl.
Her name was Isabelle.
She ruled a place
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By Bob Dylan, aint it just like the night to play tricks when
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By Bob Dylan, Wallflower, wallflower
Won't you dance with me?
I'm sad and lonely too.
Wallflower,
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By Bob Dylan, What's the matter with me,
I don't have much to say,
Daylight
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By Bob Dylan, Love that's pure hopes all things,
Believes all things, won't pull
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By Bob Dylan, I think we better talk this over
Maybe when we both
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By Bob Dylan, I love you more than ever, more than time and
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By Bob Dylan, Went to see the gypsy
staying in a big hotel
smiled when
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By Bob Dylan, You have given everything to me.
What can I do for
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By Bob Dylan, The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron
