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(Bob Dylan) |
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I've seen love go by my door |
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It's never been this close before |
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Never been so easy or so slow |
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I've been shooting in the dark too long |
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When something not right it's wrong |
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Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. |
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Dragon clouds so high above |
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I've only known careless love |
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It's always hit me from below |
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This time around it's more correct |
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Right on target so direct |
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Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. |
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Purple clover Queen Anne lace |
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Crimson hair across your face |
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You could make me cry if you don't know |
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Can't remember what I was thinking of |
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You might be spoiling me too much love |
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Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. |
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Flowers on the hillside blooming crazy |
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Crickets talking back and forth in rhyme |
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Blue river running slow and lazy |
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I could stay with you forever |
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And never realize the time. |
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Situations have ended sad |
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Relationship have all been bad |
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Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud |
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But there's no way I can compare |
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All those scenes to this affair |
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Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. |
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Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doing |
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Staying far behind without you |
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Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm saying |
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Yer gonna make me give myself a good talking to. |
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I'll look for you in old Honolulu |
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San Francisco, Ashtabula |
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Yer gonna have to leave me now I know |
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But I'll see you in the sky above |
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In the tall grass in the ones I love |
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Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. |
