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(bob dylan) |
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There was a wicked messenger |
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From eli he did come, |
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With a mind that multiplied |
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The smallest matter |
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When questioned who had sent for him |
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He answered with a thumb. |
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For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter |
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He stayed behind the assembly hall, |
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It was there that he made his bed, |
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Oftentimes he could be seen returning. |
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Until one day he just appeared |
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With a note in his hand which read, |
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"the soles of my feet, i swear they're burning". |
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The leaves began to fallin' |
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And the seas began to part, |
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And the people that confronted him were many |
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And he was told these last few words, |
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Which opened up his heart, |
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"if ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any" |
