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Seasons they are turning and my sad heart is yearning. I hear again the songbird weep below his tone. Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone. . The dusky light the day is losing. Orchards,
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ti Dignity. arHilary Duff. alDignity. Hilary Duff - Dignity. Album《Dignity》. You go the hottest shoes (you got it). You got those Jimmy Chose (you got it). You never get the blues. It\'s always all ab
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I'm beginnin' to hear voices and there's no one around. I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown. I went to church on Sunday as she passed by. And my love for her has taken such a long time
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It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. It don't matter, anyhow. And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe. If you don't know by now. When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn. Loo
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan"Man of Constant Sorrow". I'm a man of constant sorrow. I've seen trouble all my days. I'll say goodbye to colorado. Where i was born and partly raised. Your mother says i'm a
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan\"In My Time of Dying\". Well, in my time of dying don't want nobody to mourn. All i want for you to do is take my body home. Well, well, well, so i can die easy. Well, well
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Our conversation was short and sweet. It nearly swept me. Off a my feet. And I'm back in the rain. . Oh, you are on dry land. You made it there somehow. You're a big girl now. . Bird on the h
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan "House Of The Rising Sun". There is a house down in new orleans. They call the risin' sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl. And me, oh god, i'm a-one. My mother was a
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I've seen love go by my door. It's never been this close before. Never been so easy or so slow. I've been shooting in the dark too long. When something not right it's wrong. Yer gonna make me lon
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Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?. Lincoln county road or armageddon?. Seems like I been down this way before. Is there any truth in that, senor?. . Senor, senor, do you know where s
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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course. The city fathers they're trying to endorse. The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse. But the town has no need to be nervous. . The ghost of Bell
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. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. Idiot Wind. Bob Dylan. I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike. I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't
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Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense. I feel like the whole world gonna end up against the fence. I've been hit too hard, seen too much. Nothing can heal me now but your touch. I just
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- I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge. Ric is a blues guitarplayer. I met him one day on. The green pastures of the Harvard University. -. . Baby let me follow you do
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If you see her say hello she might be in Tangier. She left here last early spring is living there I hear. Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow. She might think that I've for
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You walk into the room. With your pencil in your hand. You see somebody naked. And you say, "Who is that man ?". You try so hard. But you don't understand. Just what you'll say. When you get ho
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - On the Road Again. Well, I wake up in the morning. There's frogs inside my socks. Your mama, she's a-hidin'. Inside the icebox. Your daddy walks in wearin'. A Napoleon
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's 115th Dream. I was riding on the Mayflower. When I thought I spied some land. I yelled for Captain Arab. I have yuh understand. Who came running to the deck. Said
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan"Freight Train Blues". I was born in dixie in a boomer's shack. Just a little shanty by the railroad track. Freight train was it taught me how to cry. The holler of the driver
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - Outlaw Blues. Ain't it hard to stumble. And land in some funny lagoon?. Ain't it hard to stumble. And land in some muddy lagoon?. Especially when it's nine below zero. And
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In the still of the night, in the world's ancient light. Where wisdom grows up in strife. My bewildering brain, toils in vain. Through the darkness on the pathways of life. Each invisible prayer i
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ti. ar. al. I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid. But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid. She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread. Well, if I go down dyin', you k
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ti. ar. al. Absolutely Sweet Marie. Bob Dylan. Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it. Sometimes it gets so hard, you see. I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet. With all these
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan "Song To Woody". I'm out here a thousand miles from my home. Walkin' a road other men have gone down. I'm seein' your world of people and things. Hear paupers and peasants and
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One evening for pleasure I rambled to view. The fair fields all alone. Down by the banks of Loch Eiron. Where beauty and pleasure were known. . I spied a fair maid at her labour. Which caused me
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I once held her in my arms. She said she would always stay. But I was cruel. I treated her like a fool. I threw it all away. . Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand. And rivers that ran t
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. Will i be able to count on you. Bob Dylan. Or is your love in vain?. Are you so fast that you cannot see that i must have solitude?. When i am in the darkness, why do you intrude?. Do you know my world
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There was a little boy. And there was a little girl. And they lived in an alley under the red sky. . There was a little boy. And there was a little girl. And they lived in an alley under the red
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Oh sister when I come to lie in your arms. You should not treat me like a stranger. Our Father would not like the way that you act. And you must realize the danger. . Oh sister am I not a brother
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Oh my name it is nothin'. My age it means less. The country I come from. Is called the Midwest. I's taught and brought up there. The laws to abide. And the land that I live in. Has God on it's
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I sang the song slowly. As she stood in the shadows. She stepped to the light. As my silver strings spun. She called with her eyes. To the tune I's a-playin'. But the song it was long. And I'd
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"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief. "There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the
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Standing on your window honey. Yes, I've been here before. Feeling so harmless. I'm looking at your second door. How come you don't send me no regards?. You know I want your lovin'. Honey, why a