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had no fear And never walked the line We are traveling troubadores Sneaking out by the back door Music and the road go hand in hand Filling up them
the monsters call out The names of men Bob Dylan knows And I bet Alan Freed did There are things in night That are better not to behold You dance With
wife was sleeping in another bed His eyes were a permanent shade of red He would stay up all night just trying to find that sound Bob Dylan parodies
the rack You ain't gonna find nothin' down here friend Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind Movin' on movin' on it's gone gone it's all
strawberries and cream For my friends in Tennessee And every soul that died of jealousy I sang for Bob Dylan and Neil Young Who's word's I've often sung And for
Everyone says that you're wasting your time That thing that you're chasing ain't worth a dime They're juts blowin' in the wind Yeah, what do they
in the food in the Bob Marley hold out Balls to the wall on a date with a student Go hard, go hard, live hard, die hard Rape one, cap one, fake
heard you on the phone last night We live and die by pretty lies You know it, oh, we both know it These silver bullet cigarettes This burning house,
Crash in the dark Spin 'round in the bar I heard you on the phone last night We live and die by pretty lies You know it, oh, we both know it
other Now im just chillin like Bob Dylan This is a meditation in an emergency Follow unfollow follow unsubscribe Its half past ten in the evening and you
to send Im Creepin by myself blowin my blunt smoke in the wind gone throw um in the blender hit the button that says blend Goes to war with whoever but my
don't let 'em all fly by C'mon, c'mon now Oh, days go by Yeah, just like a hand out the window wavin' in the wind as the cars go by Days go by
'em They call me Bob Dylan, cause "I'm Not There" Lowly woman, disgusting, I eat raw food Expose myself to bacteria for sport Tryna break through If you
But even my flute playin' was ripped off by Jethro Tull Even that Bob Dylan! That vocal style was mine They did everything freely, and I didn't get
never cooks no time write my book and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all Time Waits For No One a year goes by in the wink of an eye Time Waits For No
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means You get your fortune told by
So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing
We can't hate the river for flowing Can't blame the wild wind blowin' Can't slow the time from running We can't stop what's coming The bonfire is
and John Lennon did the score With Bob Dylan and The Doors With J Dilla on the boards Or What if Mozart and Ray Warhol and Monet Put some art on display
Every time I look at you, have to do a double take 'Cause you're a kaleidoscope of Kristofferson, Bob Dylan and John Wayne Been swallowed by
songs out worldwide this one's different Cooked it up on the 23rd in the suite like my name was Dylan I'm not on deck anymore I been living when you
We'll leave each other cold as ice And high and dry, the desert wind Is blowin', is blowin' Remember what you said to me? We were drunk in love in
than fall And stoop to your level no lesser I won't be coerced by the devil I know that im better just Tryna rake in that cheddar in the warzone im
Greenwich New York to pick up our saxophone player who lives in Clifton Park I'm in a car surrounded by three other of my bandmates They're all listening
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