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Bob Dylan Blonde On Blonde

stoned. Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on

Honey, can I jump on it sometime? Yes, I just wanna see If it's really that expensive kind You know it balances on your head Just like a mattress balances On

: Early in the mornin' Early in the mornin' I'm callin' you to I'm callin' you to Please come home Yes, I guess I could make it without you If I just

: 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

: When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf. And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What

Early in the mornin' Early in the mornin' I'm callin' you to I'm callin' you to Please come home Yes, I guess I could make it without you If I just didn

like chimes, Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your streetcar visions which you place on

cute to him, Was I? But I did it, though, because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I . . . I want

buried in the rocks, But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked. But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on