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Bob Dylan Real Live

moonlit streams. I and I In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives. I and I One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives. Think

: Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that

: Go 'way from my window, Leave at your own chosen speed. I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're lookin' for someone

: 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

: You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand

moonlit streams. I and I In creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives. I and I One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives. Think

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God say, "No." Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair, Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a

Go 'way from my window, Leave at your own chosen speed. I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're lookin' for someone