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Dylan |
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Ramona come closer shut softley your watery eyes |
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The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will rise |
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But the flowers of the city thou breath like yet death like the at |
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times |
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There's no use in trying to deal with the dying |
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Though I can not explain that in rhymes |
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Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss |
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Have to be by the touch of your skin |
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Your magnetic movements still capture the moments I'm in |
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It grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world |
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that just don't exist |
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It's all just a scheme babe a vaccum of dreams that sucks you into |
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feeling like this |
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I've heard you say many times that your better than no-one |
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And no-one is better than you |
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If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and |
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nothing to lose |
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From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem |
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They'll hype you & type & make you feel that you got to be just like |
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them |
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I'd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a |
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meaningless ring |
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For deep in my heart there's no help I can bring |
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Everything passes everything changes just do what you think you should |
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do |
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Then someday maybe who knows baby I'll come and be crying to you |
