Bob Dylan

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When I'd   asked why the painting was  deadly                no - body...

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Night after night you wander the streets of my mind
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Night after night, don't know what you think you will find
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No place to go, nowhere to turn
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Everything around you seems to burn, burn, burn
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And there's never any mercy in sight,
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Night after Night
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Night after Night
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Night after Night


Night after Night some nuke plant will blow up the world
Night after night another old man is in some young girl

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Seems like only yesterday
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I left my mind behind
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Down in the Gypsy Cafe
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With a friend of a friend of mine
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She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
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Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
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With eyes that showed no trace of misery
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A phrase in connection first with she
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I heard
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That love is just a four-letter word

Outside a rambling store-front window

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When first I came to London town
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A stranger I did come
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I'd walk the streets so silently
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I did not know no-one
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I was thinking thoughts and dreaming dreams
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The kind when you roll along
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But most of all I was thinking about
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the land I'd left back home

I'd stand by the river Themes

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My parents raised me tenderly
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I was their only son.
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My mind got mixed with ramblin'
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When I was all so young.
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An' I left my home the first time
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When I was twelve an' one.
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I'm a long time a-comin', Ma
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I'll be a long time gone.

On the western side of Texas
On the Texas plains
I tried to find a job of work
But they said I's young of age.
My eyes they burned when I heard
"Go home where you belong!"
I'm a long time a-comin'
I'll be a long time gone.

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Blue sky
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upon the horizon,
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Private eye
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is on my trail,
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And if I don't be there by morning
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She'll know that I
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must've spent the night in jail.

I been runnin'
from Memphis to LA
Had an appointment
set sometime for today
And if I don't be there by morning
She'll know that I
must have gone the other way.

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 Finding my way back to you, girl,

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Well, your clock is gonna stop
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At Saint  Peter's gate.
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Ya gonna ask him what time it is,
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He's gonna say, "It's too late."
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Hey, hey!
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I'd sure hate to be you           D           /f#   G           /e    /g
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Intro:

There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland,

And the bankers are takin' my home and my land from me.

There's a big achin' hole in my chest now where my heart was,

And a hole in the sky where God used to be.


There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland,
There's a well with water so bitter nobody can drink.
Ain't no way to get high and my mouth is so dry that I can't speak.
Don't they know that I'm dyin', why nobody cryin' for me? 

My American dream
Fell apart at the seams.
You tell me what it means,