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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - She Belongs To Me. She's got everything she needs,. She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs,. She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take
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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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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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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - It's All Over Now, Baby Blue. You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better *** it fast. Yonder stands your orphan
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ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan - Love Minus Zero/No limit. My love she speaks like silence. Without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful. Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. People
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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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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 "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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. 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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by Bob Dylan. Nobody feels any pain. Tonight as I stand inside the rain. Ev'rybody knows. That Baby's got new clothes. But lately I see her ribbons and her bows. Have fallen from her curls. She takes
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ti. ar. al. Rainy Day Women. Bob Dylan. Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,. They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home
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rollin' slow,. To sit down on this bank of sand. And watch the river flow. Wish i was back in the city. Bob Dylan. Instead of this old bank of sand,. With the sun beating down over the chimney tops. And
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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. 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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al. arBob Dylan. tiTangled Up In Blue. Artist Bob Dylan. Title Tangled Up In Blue. Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',. I was layin' in bed. Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all. If her hair was
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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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tiLike A Rolling Stone. arBob Dylan. Like A Rolling Stone. Bob Dylan. Once upon a time you dressed so fine. Threw bums a dime in your prime,. didn't you?. People called said beware doll, you're bound
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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. They're selling postcards of the hanging. They're painting the passports brown. The beauty parlor is filled with sailors. The circus is in town. Here comes the blind commissioner. They've
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Bài hát Autumn Leaves - Bob Dylan. The falling leaves. Drift by the window. The autumn leaves. Of red and gold. I see your lips. The summer kisses. The sunburned hands. I used to hold. Since you went
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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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