The sun's not yellow it's chicken
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
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When you know as well as me;
You'd rather see me paralyzed
What was it you wanted;
When you were kissing my check?
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Go 'way from my window,;
Leave at your own chosen speed.
If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,;
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
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I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed