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[ti:To Ramona] |
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[ar:Bob Dylan] |
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[al:Biograph ] |
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Ramona, come closer, |
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Shut softly your watery eyes. |
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The pangs of your sadness |
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Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
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The flowers of the city |
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Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
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And theres no use in tryin |
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T deal with the dyin, |
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Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
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Your cracked country lips, |
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I still wish to kiss, |
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As to be under the strength of your skin. |
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Your magnetic movements |
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Still capture the minutes Im in. |
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But it grieves my heart, love, |
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To see you tryin to be a part of |
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A world that just dont exist. |
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Its all just a dream, babe, |
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A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
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That sucks you into feelin like this. |
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I can see that your head |
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Has been twisted and fed |
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By worthless foam from the mouth. |
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I can tell you are torn |
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Between stayin and returnin |
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On back to the south. |
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Youve been fooled into thinking |
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That the finishin end is at hand. |
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Yet theres no one to beat you, |
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No one t defeat you, |
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cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
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Ive heard you say many times |
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That youre better n no one |
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And no one is better n you. |
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If you really believe that, |
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You know you got |
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Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
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From fixtures and forces and friends, |
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Your sorrow does stem, |
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That hype you and type you, |
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Making you feel |
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That you must be exactly like them. |
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Id forever talk to you, |
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But soon my words, |
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They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
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For deep in my heart |
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I know there is no help I can bring. |
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Everything passes, |
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Everything changes, |
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Just do what you think you should do. |
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And someday maybe, |
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Who knows, baby, |
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Ill come and be cryin to you. |
