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Syd Barrett |
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Got the Bob Dylan blues |
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And the Bob Dylan shoes |
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And my clothes and my hair's in a mess |
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But you know I just couldn't care less |
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Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong |
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Got God and my girl and all that |
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Quiet while I make like a cat |
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Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it |
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And the wind you can blow it |
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Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king |
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And I'm free as a bird on the wing |
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Roam from town to town, get to get people down |
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but I don't care too much about that |
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Cause my gut and my wallet are fat |
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Make a whole lot of dough but i deserve it though |
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I got soul and a good heart of gold |
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So I'll sing about war and the cold |
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Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it |
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And the wind you can blow it |
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Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king |
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And I'm free as a bird on the wing |
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Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seams |
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Cause it seems that my dream always means |
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That I can prophesy all kinds of things |
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Well the guy that digs me |
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Should try hard to see |
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That he buys all my discs in a hat. |
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And when I'm in town go see that. |
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Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it |
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And the wind you can blow it |
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Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king |
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And I'm free as a bird on the wing |
