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By Bob Dylan, Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints
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By Bob Dylan, Look out across the fields, see me returning,
Smoke is in
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By Bob Dylan, Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And
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By Bob Dylan, God don't make no promises that He don't keep.
You got
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By Bob Dylan, There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on
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By Bob Dylan, Winterlude, Winterlude, oh darlin',
Winterlude by the road tonight.
Tonight there will
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By Bob Dylan, Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The
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By Bob Dylan, Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught
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By Bob Dylan, Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind
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By Bob Dylan, You angel you
You got me under your wing.
The way you
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By Bob Dylan, Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off
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By Bob Dylan, I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I don't know why I love you like I
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By Bob Dylan, I can't understand, she let go of my hand
And left
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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 see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box
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By Bob Dylan, Early in the mornin', early in the mornin'
I'm callin' you
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By Bob Dylan, Well, they'll stone you when you're trying to be so
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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, Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask
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By Bob Dylan, If you see her, say hello
She might be in Tangier
She
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By Bob Dylan, (first release¡ºeric von schmidt /reverend gary davis)
First heard this from
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By Bob Dylan, I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
Just a
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By Bob Dylan, Mary wore three links of chain
Every link was Jesus name
Keep
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By Bob Dylan, There is a house down in New Orleans they call
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By Bob Dylan, (first release¡ºtraditional, arranged by bob dylan)
I've been around this whole
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By Bob Dylan, Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you
Well
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By Bob Dylan, Well, I dont know why I love you like I
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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, My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't
