| Song | To Ramona |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Another Side Of Bob Dylan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:07.749] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:08.499] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:11.549] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.719] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:20.40] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.500] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
| [00:32.200] | And there's no use in tryin' |
| [00:33.760] | T' deal with the dyin', |
| [00:35.200] | Though i cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.780] | |
| [00:52.610] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:56.0] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [01:00.600] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
| [01:03.730] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:07.80] | Still capture the minutes i'm in. |
| [01:12.160] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:14.100] | To see you tryin' to be a part of |
| [01:17.50] | A world that just don't exist. |
| [01:24.680] | It's all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:28.40] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:28.850] | That sucks you into feelin' like this. |
| [01:31.600] | |
| [01:37.890] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.980] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:41.40] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:47.379] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:50.640] | Between stayin' and returnin' |
| [01:52.390] | On back to the south. |
| [01:56.680] | You've been fooled into thinking |
| [02:01.390] | That the finishin' end is at hand. |
| [02:05.780] | Yet there's no one to beat you, |
| [02:07.530] | No one t' defeat you, |
| [02:09.788] | 'cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:16.49] | |
| [02:18.619] | I've heard you say many times |
| [02:21.189] | That you're better 'n no one |
| [02:23.119] | And no one is better 'n you. |
| [02:29.619] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:31.619] | You know you got |
| [02:33.399] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:40.839] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.839] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:50.10] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:51.920] | Making you feel |
| [02:53.760] | That you must be exactly like them. |
| [02:58.200] | |
| [03:00.879] | I'd forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.69] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.219] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
| [03:11.859] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:13.969] | I know there is no help i can bring. |
| [03:20.609] | Everything passes, |
| [03:23.789] | Everything changes, |
| [03:27.279] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:31.978] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.359] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:40.379] | I'll come and be cryin' to you. |
| [00:07.749] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:08.499] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:11.549] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.719] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:20.40] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.500] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
| [00:32.200] | And there' s no use in tryin' |
| [00:33.760] | T' deal with the dyin', |
| [00:35.200] | Though i cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.780] | |
| [00:52.610] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:56.0] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [01:00.600] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
| [01:03.730] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:07.80] | Still capture the minutes i' m in. |
| [01:12.160] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:14.100] | To see you tryin' to be a part of |
| [01:17.50] | A world that just don' t exist. |
| [01:24.680] | It' s all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:28.40] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:28.850] | That sucks you into feelin' like this. |
| [01:31.600] | |
| [01:37.890] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.980] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:41.40] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:47.379] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:50.640] | Between stayin' and returnin' |
| [01:52.390] | On back to the south. |
| [01:56.680] | You' ve been fooled into thinking |
| [02:01.390] | That the finishin' end is at hand. |
| [02:05.780] | Yet there' s no one to beat you, |
| [02:07.530] | No one t' defeat you, |
| [02:09.788] | ' cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:16.49] | |
| [02:18.619] | I' ve heard you say many times |
| [02:21.189] | That you' re better ' n no one |
| [02:23.119] | And no one is better ' n you. |
| [02:29.619] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:31.619] | You know you got |
| [02:33.399] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:40.839] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.839] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:50.10] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:51.920] | Making you feel |
| [02:53.760] | That you must be exactly like them. |
| [02:58.200] | |
| [03:00.879] | I' d forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.69] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.219] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
| [03:11.859] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:13.969] | I know there is no help i can bring. |
| [03:20.609] | Everything passes, |
| [03:23.789] | Everything changes, |
| [03:27.279] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:31.978] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.359] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:40.379] | I' ll come and be cryin' to you. |
| [00:07.749] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:08.499] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:11.549] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.719] | Shall pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:20.40] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.500] | Though breathlike, get deathlike at times. |
| [00:32.200] | And there' s no use in tryin' |
| [00:33.760] | T' deal with the dyin', |
| [00:35.200] | Though i cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.780] | |
| [00:52.610] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:56.0] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [01:00.600] | As to be under the strength of your skin. |
| [01:03.730] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:07.80] | Still capture the minutes i' m in. |
| [01:12.160] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:14.100] | To see you tryin' to be a part of |
| [01:17.50] | A world that just don' t exist. |
| [01:24.680] | It' s all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:28.40] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:28.850] | That sucks you into feelin' like this. |
| [01:31.600] | |
| [01:37.890] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.980] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:41.40] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:47.379] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:50.640] | Between stayin' and returnin' |
| [01:52.390] | On back to the south. |
| [01:56.680] | You' ve been fooled into thinking |
| [02:01.390] | That the finishin' end is at hand. |
| [02:05.780] | Yet there' s no one to beat you, |
| [02:07.530] | No one t' defeat you, |
| [02:09.788] | ' cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:16.49] | |
| [02:18.619] | I' ve heard you say many times |
| [02:21.189] | That you' re better ' n no one |
| [02:23.119] | And no one is better ' n you. |
| [02:29.619] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:31.619] | You know you got |
| [02:33.399] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:40.839] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.839] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:50.10] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:51.920] | Making you feel |
| [02:53.760] | That you must be exactly like them. |
| [02:58.200] | |
| [03:00.879] | I' d forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.69] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.219] | They would turn into a meaningless ring. |
| [03:11.859] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:13.969] | I know there is no help i can bring. |
| [03:20.609] | Everything passes, |
| [03:23.789] | Everything changes, |
| [03:27.279] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:31.978] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.359] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:40.379] | I' ll come and be cryin' to you. |