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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 'See That My Grave Is Kept Clean". Well there's one kind of favor i'll ask for you. Well there's one kind of favor i'll ask for you. There's just one kind of favor i'll ask for
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Song I'm Still Waiting (Album Version) - Bob Marley, The Wailers. I'm still waiting;. I'm still waiting;. I'm still waiting;. I'm still waiting for you. Why, oh why? Why, oh why?. I said-a my feet
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ti. ar. al. Visions of johanna. Bob Dylan. Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?. We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it. And Louise
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by Bob Dylan. William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll. With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger. At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the cops were called in and his
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back of the tub. (Cost a quarter. Half price). . Well, my telephone rang it would not stop. It's President Kennedy callin' me up. He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow
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ti. ar. al. Visions of johanna. Bob Dylan. Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?. We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it. And Louise
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. Cost a quarter. Half price Well, my telephone rang it would not stop. It's President Kennedy callin' me up. He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?. I said my friend, John
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The Two. Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils dialated. Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many times. You suprised how I made it, huh?. You hate it, huh, but you know, I ain't even trippin. I'm
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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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By Bob Dylan. . Well, your clock is gonna stop. At Saint Peter's gate. Ya gonna ask him what time it is,. He's gonna say, "It's too late. ". Hey, hey!. I'd sure hate to be you. On that
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Bob Stein. And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49. In the days of old, in the days of gold. How oft'times I repine for the days of old. When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49
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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
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