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zuò cí : Dylan |
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Someone' s got it in for me, they' re planting stories in the press |
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Whoever it is I wish they' d cut it out but when they will I can only guess. |
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They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy, |
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She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me. |
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I can' t help it if I' m lucky. |
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People see me all the time and they just can' t remember how to act |
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Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. |
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Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, |
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I couldn' t believe after all these years, you didn' t know me better than that |
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Sweet lady. |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, |
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Blowing down the backroads headin' south. |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, |
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You' re an idiot, babe. It' s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. |
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Idiot Wind |
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Bob Dylan |
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I ran into the fortuneteller, who said beware of lightning that might strike |
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I haven' t known peace and quiet for so long I can' t remember what it' s like. |
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There' s a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door, |
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You didn' t know it, you didn' t think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars |
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After losin' every battle. |
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I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin'' bout the way things sometimes are |
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Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars. |
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You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. |
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One day you' ll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes, |
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Blood on your saddle. |
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Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, |
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Blowing through the curtains in your room. |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, |
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You' re an idiot, babe. It' s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. |
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It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart |
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You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn' t enough to change my heart. |
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Now everything' s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped, |
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What' s good is bad, what' s bad is good, you' ll find out when you reach the top |
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You' re on the bottom. |
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I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind |
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I can' t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don' t look into mine. |
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burned. |
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I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned |
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Slowly into autumn. |
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Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull, |
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From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol. |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, |
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You' re an idiot, babe. It' s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. |
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I can' t feel you anymore, I can' t even touch the books you' ve read |
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Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead. |
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Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy, |
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I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory |
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And all your ragin' glory. |
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I been doublecrossed now for the very last time and now I' m finally free, |
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I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me. |
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You' ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above, |
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And I' ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love, |
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And it makes me feel so sorry. |
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Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, |
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Blowing through the letters that we wrote. |
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Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves, |
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We' re idiots, babe. It' s a wonder we can even feed ourselves. |
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