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Bob Dylan( Robert Allen Zimmerman )
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Fourth Time Around (Live)
When she said, 'Don't waste your words, they're just lies' I cried she was deaf And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes Then said, 'What else you got left?'
It was then that I got up to leave But she said, 'Don't forget Everybody must give something back For something they get'
I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum And asked her how come And she buttoned her boot, and straightened her suit Then she said, 'Don't get cute'
So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs And gallantly handed her My very last piece of gum
She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt Where everyone walked. And after finding I'd forgotten my shirt I went back and knocked Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it And I tried to make sense Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against
Her Jamaican rum, and when she did come I asked her for some. She said, 'No, dear', I said, 'Your words aren't clear You'd better spit out your gum'
She screamed till her face got so red Then she fell on the floor And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer
And, when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you And you, you took me in, you loved me then You never wasted time And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch Now don't ask for mine
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