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I Had Ambitions To Set Out And Find, Like An Odyssey Or Going Home Somewhere, Set Out To Find This Home That I'd Left A While Back And Couldn't Remember Exactly Where It Was, But I Was On My Way There. And Encountering What I Encountered On The Way Was How I Envisioned It All. I Didn't Really Have Any Ambition At All. I Was Born Very Far From Where I'm Supposed To Be, And So, I'm On My Way Home, You Know?

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I Had Ambitions To

Bob Dylan

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I Had Ambitions To Set Out And Find, Like An Odyssey Or Going Home Somewhere, Set Out To Find This Home That I'd Left A While Back And Couldn't Remember Exactly Where It Was, But I Was On My Way There. And Encountering What I Encountered On The Way Was How I Envisioned It All. I Didn't Really Have Any Ambition At All. I Was Born Very Far From Where I'm Supposed To Be, And So, I'm On My Way Home, You Know?

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Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.

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