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By Bob Dylan, After a while we took in the clothes,
Nobody said very
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By Bob Dylan, Every time my baby and me go up town
Police come
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By Bob Dylan, I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Well,
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By Bob Dylan, Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin'
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By Bob Dylan, In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
An
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By Bob Dylan, Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket
Never
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By Bob Dylan, I sung the song slowly as she stood in the
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By Bob Dylan, The eastern world it is explodin', violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're
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By Bob Dylan, Farewell Angelina the bells on the crown
Are being stolen by
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By Bob Dylan, Instrumental
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By Bob Dylan, Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to
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By Bob Dylan, I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend
I
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By Bob Dylan, Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man
So
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By Bob Dylan, When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just
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By Bob Dylan, I woke up this mornin'
There were tears in my bed
They
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By Bob Dylan, Smoky autumn night, stars up in the sky
I see the
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By Bob Dylan, Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always
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By Bob Dylan, (first release, live version "second gaslight tape", late 1962¡ºtraditional, arranged
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By Bob Dylan, Come you ladies and you gentlemen and listen to my
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By Bob Dylan, He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of
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By Bob Dylan, High water risin', rising night and day
All the gold and
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By Bob Dylan, Words and music by bob dylan
Highwater risin', rising night and
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By Bob Dylan, This a story about a ghost come back from out
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I wandered alone through a desert of stone
And I
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By Bob Dylan, I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same
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By Bob Dylan, You will search, babe at any cost but how long,
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By Bob Dylan, Thing's all right and she's all too tight
In my neighborhood
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By Bob Dylan, Listen to me, baby
There's something you must see
I want to
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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, Oh, there was a wealthy merchant, in London he did
