There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

Bob Dylan


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20 years of schooling and they put you on the day shift.

Bob Dylan


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her skirt it swayed as the guitar played
her mouth it was watery and yet ...

Bob Dylan


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and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget
I'll say it is easily done,
you just pick anyone,
and pretend that you never have met

Bob Dylan


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How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice? How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness? Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride? Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease, until He returns?

Bob Dylan


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It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey. A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet. He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, take the motherless children off the street and place them at the feet of a harlot.

Bob Dylan


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In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

Bob Dylan


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I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores.

Bob Dylan


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In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales for the disrobed faceless forms of no position. Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts - all down in taken-for-granted situations. Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute, and the mistreated mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute, for the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit. And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Bob Dylan


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With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, and your magazine-husband who one day just had to go. And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show - who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole, with your holy medallion which your fingertips fold. And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul - oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?

Bob Dylan


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