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In Plain D - Bob DylanBallad |
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I once loved a girl |
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her skin it was bronze. |
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With the innocence of a lamb |
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she was gentle like a fawn. |
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I courted her proudly |
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but now she is gone, |
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Gone as the season shes taken. |
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Through young summers breeze |
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I stole her away |
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From her mother and sister |
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though close did they stay. |
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Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, |
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With strings of guilt |
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they tried hard to guide us. |
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Of the two sisters, |
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I loved the young. |
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With sensitive instincts, |
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she was the creative one. |
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The constant scapegoat, |
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she was easily undone |
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By the jealousy of others around her. |
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For her parasite sister, |
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I had no respect, |
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Bound by her boredom, |
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her pride to protect. |
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Countless visions of the other shed reflect |
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As a crutch for her scenes and her society. |
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Myself, for what I did, |
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I cannot be excused, |
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The changes I was going through cant even be used, |
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For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose |
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The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime. |
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With unknown consciousness |
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I possessed in my grip |
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A magnificent mantelpiece |
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though its heart being chipped, |
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Noticing not that Id already slipped |
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To a sin of loves false security. |
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From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace, |
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Answers of emptiness |
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voice vacancies, |
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Till the tombstones of damage |
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read me no questions but, please, |
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Whats wrong and whats exactly the matter? |
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And so it did happen |
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like it could have been foreseen, |
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The timeless explosion of fantasys dream. |
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At the peak of the night, |
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the king and the queen |
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Tumbled all down into pieces. |
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The tragic figure! |
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her sister did shout, |
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Leave her alone, |
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God damn you, get out! |
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And I in my armor, |
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turning about |
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And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness. |
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Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound |
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Her sister and I in a screaming battleground. |
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And she in between, |
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the victim of sound, |
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Soon shattered as a child neath her shadows. |
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All is gone, all is gone, |
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admit it, take flight. |
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I gagged twice, doubled, |
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tears blinding my sight. |
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My mind it was mangled, |
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I ran into the night |
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Leaving all of loves ashes behind me. |
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The wind knocks my window, |
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the room it is wet. |
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The words to say Im sorry, |
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I havent found yet. |
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I think of her often and hope whoever shes met |
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Will be fully aware of how precious she is. |
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Ah, my friends from the prison, |
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they ask unto me, |
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How good, |
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how good does it feel to be free? |
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And I answer them most mysteriously, |
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Are birds free from the chains of the skyway? |
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