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By Bob Dylan, She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look
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By Bob Dylan, 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness
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By Bob Dylan, Seen a shootin' star tonight
And I thought of you
You're tryin'
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By Bob Dylan, I need a shot of love, I need a shot
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By Bob Dylan, Sign on the window says "Lonely,"
Sign on the door said
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By Bob Dylan, Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks
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By Bob Dylan, They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew
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By Bob Dylan, Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can't help but wonder
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I'm hangin' on to a solid rock
Made before the
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By Bob Dylan, Something there is about you that strikes a match in
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By Bob Dylan, Something is burning, baby, are you aware?
Something is the matter,
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By Bob Dylan, I'm out here a thousand miles from my home,
Walkin' a
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By Bob Dylan, Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to
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By Bob Dylan, I've been walking through the Summer nights
The jukebox playing low
Yesterday
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By Bob Dylan, Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
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By Bob Dylan, Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking
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By Bob Dylan, Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North,
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By Bob Dylan, Ramblin' out of the wild West,
Leavin' the towns I
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By Bob Dylan, Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
I dreamt
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By Bob Dylan, Early one morning the sun was shining.
I was laying in
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By Bob Dylan, We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day,
And now you'd
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By Bob Dylan, I have heard rumors all over town,
They say that you're
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By Bob Dylan, Standing on your window, honey,
Yes, I've been here before.
Feeling so
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By Bob Dylan, Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,
They were the best of
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By Bob Dylan, Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard
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By Bob Dylan, William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he
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By Bob Dylan, The man in me will do nearly any task,
And as
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By Bob Dylan, Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around
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By Bob Dylan, Well the woman that I love she's got a hook
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By Bob Dylan, There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come,
With a
