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Take this lightning off of me, |
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too wonderful for me to keep. |
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All the stories of ancient greece. |
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Agamemnon, great Ulysses. |
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Everybody talkin' bout the language of the dead. |
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Antiquated murmurs maybe Dylan might've said. |
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Well I'm not so self assured, |
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I can barely sing a word. |
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Fads of the 60's and the 19th century. |
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Leo Tolstoy and Robert E. Lee. |
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We got a war on in our duplicity, |
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suburban white blasphemy. |
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You can skim through every book they read, |
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you can dress a little smarter and claim your hit. |
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But the weight you've been seeking, you lifted it. |
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Plagiarize the twenties you never lived. |
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Take this lightning off of me, |
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too wonderful for me to keep. |
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Throw your idols into the sea. |
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Dreamers, get your own dream. |
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Everybody talkin' bout the language of the dead. |
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Antiquated murmurs maybe Dylan might've said. |
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Well I'm not so self assured, |
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I can barely sing a word. |
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Well I'm not so self assured. |
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But I don't need to lift a word. |