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Well, I Try My Best To Be Just Like I Am, But Everybody Wants You To Be Just Like Them, They Sing While You Slave And I Just Get Bored

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People Disagreeing Everywhere You Look Makes You Wanna Stop And Read A Book.

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel

I'll Remember You. When I've Forgotten All The Rest.you To Me Were True. You To Me Were The Best.

...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly Before They're Forever Banned?

Watch Waterfalls Of Pity Roar, You Feel To Moan But Unlike Before, You Discover That You'd Just Be One More Person Crying.

Wiggle 'til You're High, Wiggle 'til You're Higher, Wiggle 'til You Vomit Fire.

Everything That I'm Saying You Can Say It Just As Good

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Come Senators, Congressman, Please Heed The Call, Don't Stand In The Doorway, Don't Block The Hall.

I Don't Have The Kinds Of Relationships That Are Built On Any Kind Of False Pretense, Not To Say That I Haven't. I've Had Just As Many As Anybody Else, But I Haven't Had Them In A Long Time.

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.

She Never Stumbles, She's Got No Place To Fall. She's Nobody's Child, The Law Can't Touch Her At All.

I Don't Think The Human Mind Can Comprehend The Past And The Future. They Are Both Just Illusions That Can Manipulate You Into Thinking There's Some Kind Of Change.

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

Time Is An Ocean, But It Ends At The Shore.

Trying To Create A Next World War, He Found A Promoter Who Nearly Fell Off The Floor, He Said I Never Engaged In This Kind Of Thing Before, But Yes I Think It Can Be Very Easily Done.

If God Is On Our Side, He'll Stop The Next War.

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I Feel Like I'm Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

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I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

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Well, You Always Know Who You Are. I Just Don't Know Who I'm Gonna Become.

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How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down.. Before You Can Call Him A Man.

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A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life, And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness. Happiness Is A State Of Bliss. Just Because You're Satisfied One Moment - Saying Yes, It's A Good Meal, Makes Me Happy - Well, That's Not Going To Necessarily Be True The Next Hour. Life Has Its Ups And Downs, And Time Has To Be Your Partner. Time Is Your Soul Mate. Children Are Happy. But They Haven't Really Experienced Ups And Downs Yet. I'm Not Exactly Sure What Happiness Even Means. I Don't Know If I Personally Could Define It.

Your Old Road Is Rapidly Aging. Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand, For The Times They Are A-changin'.

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name

I'm Not The Kind Of Cat That's Going To Cut Off An Ear If I Can't Do Something.

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The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

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All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

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Although The Masters Make The Rules For The Wise Men And The Fools, I've Got Nothing, Ma, To Live Up To.

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Gold Will Never Free Your Father, The Price, My Dear, Is You Instead.

Lord Knows I've Paid My Dues Getting Through, Tangled Up In Blue.

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After A While You Earn That Privacy Is Something You Can Sell, But You Can't Buy It Back.

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

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Look Out Your Window, And I'll Be Gone. You're The Reason I'm A-traveling On.

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.

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How Many Years Can Some People Exist Before They're Allowed To Be Free.

God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

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I Failed To Communicate, That's Why I Chose To Leave

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Congratulations

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Creativity Has Much To Do With Experience, Observation And Imagination, And If Any One Of Those Key Elements Is Missing, It Doesn't Work.

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The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

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America Was Founded On The Backs Of Slaves.

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Better Than You

Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be In The Swamp

Freedom Of Speech

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To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

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One Day At A Time

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They Asked Me For Some Collateral And I Pulled Down My Pants.

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I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

You Have To Work Out Where Your Place Is. And Who You Are. But We're All Spirit. That's All We Are, We're Just Walking Dressed Up In A Suit Of Skin, And We're Going To Leave That Behind.

I'll Stand Over Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead.

I'm Speaking For All Of Us. I'm The Spokesman For A Generation.

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

It's Not Me, It's The Songs. I'm Just The Postman, I Deliver The Songs. When I First Heard Elvis' Voice, I Knew That I Wasn't Going To Work For Anybody ... Hearing Him For The First Time Was Like Busting Out Of Jail. This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway. People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

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So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

Everybody Knows By Now That There's A Gazillion Books On Me Either Out Or Coming Out In The Near Future. So I'm Encouraging Anybody Who's Ever Met Me, Heard Me Or Even Seen Me, To Get In On The Action And Scribble Their Own Book. You Never Know, Somebody Might Have A Great Book In Them.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

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There Would Be Brilliant Songs, But, As [bob] Dylan Admitted On The Recent Martin Scorsese Documentary About Him (no Direction Home), The Specific Muse That Inspired "it's Alright Ma" Would Not Return.

Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.

Twenty Years Of Schooling And They Put You On The Day Shift - Look Out Out Kid, They Keep It All Hid

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Pain Sure Does Bring Out The Best In People, Doesn't It?

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For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win

I Accept Chaos, I'm Not Sure Whether It Accepts Me.

Art Is The Perpetual Motion Of Illusion. The Highest Purpose Of Art Is To Inspire. What Else Can You Do? What Else Can You Do For Any One But Inspire Them?

And I'll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singing

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.

Why Wait Any Longer For The One You Love When He’s Standing In Front Of You

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I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.

If You're Not Busy Being Born, You're Busy Dying.

Good And Bad, I Define These Terms, Quite Clear, No Doubt, Somehow.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

They Say That Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail. Steal A Lot And Then They Make You King.

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Shakespeare, He's In The Alley With His Pointed Shoes And His Bells, Speaking To Some French Girl Who Says She Knows Me Well.

Once I Can Focus In On Something, I Just Play It In My Mind Until An Idea Comes From Out Of Nowhere, And It's Usually The Key To The Whole Song. It's The Idea That Matters. It's Like Electricity Was Around Long Before Edison Harnessed It.

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People Do Whatever They Want To Do, Y'know.

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

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