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Glad you came, glad you're here. Have some champagne, imported beer. . Dig down in your dirt bag and roll us out a spleef. Been erect here now for thirteen days and I came to get relief, relief.
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Song Knockin' On Heaven's Door. Artist Bob Dylan. Mama, take this badge off of me. I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see. I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock
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Song Knockin' On Heaven's Door. Artist Bob Dylan. Mama, take this badge off of me. I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see. I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Knock
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tiMy Wife's Home Town. arBob Dylan. alTogether Through Life. Bob Dylan - My Wife's Home Town. Well I didn't come here to deal with a doggone thing. I just came here to hear the drop of cymbaline
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tiIt's All Good. arBob Dylan. alTogether Through Life. Bob Dylan - It's All Good. Talk about me babe, if you must. Throw out the dirt; pile on the dust. I'd do the same thing if I could. You know
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake in the morning,. Fold my hands and pray for rain. I
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I was talking to the whippoorwill. He says you've got a corny trill. Bob White, whatcha gonna swing tonight? I was talking to the mockingbird. He says you are the worst he's heard. Bob White
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to life on a make-shift stage. . It's the Bob Robert's Society Band. Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. It's the magic of the music
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ti. ar. al. Just like Tom Thumb's blues. Bob Dylan. When you're lost in the rain in Juarez. And it's eastertime too. And your gravity fails. And negativity don't pull you through. Don't put on any
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Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto. They are ridin' down the line. Fixin' everybody's troubles. Everybody's except mine. Someone musta told them that I was doin' fine Oh, you five-and-ten cent women.
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tiA Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall. arBob Dylan. al. Bob Dylan - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall. Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?. Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?. I've stumbled on the
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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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by Bob Dylan. Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,. Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent. Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated. She was walking