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(Bob Dylan) |
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Clouds so swift |
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Rain won't lift |
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Gate won't close |
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Railings froze |
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Get your mind of wintertime |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Whoo-ee ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair! |
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I don't care |
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How many letters they sent |
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Morning came and morning went |
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Pick up your money |
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And pack up your tent |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Whoo-ee ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair! |
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Buy me a flute |
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And a gun that shoots |
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Tailgates some substitutes |
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Strap yourself |
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To the tree with roots |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Whoo-ee ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair! |
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Genghis Khan |
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He could not keep |
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All his kings |
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Supplied with sleep |
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We'll climb that hill no matter how steep |
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When we come up to it |
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Whoo-ee ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day |
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My bride's gonna come |
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Oh, oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair! |
