From: [email protected] (Petter Larsson)
 
 Fourth Time Around  -  Bob Dylan
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 ('Blonde on Blonde' album)
 
 
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 When she said, Don't waste your words, they're just lies, I cried she was deaf.
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 And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, What else you got left?
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 It was then that I got up to leave But she said, Don't forget,
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 Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get.
 
 
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 I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
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 And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, Don't get cute.
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 So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,
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 And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum.
 
 
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 She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.
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 And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.
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 I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,
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 Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against...
 
 
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 Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some.
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 She said, No, dear. I said, Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum.
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 She screamed  till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,
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 And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
 
 
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 And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you.
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 And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time.
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 And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.
 
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 Typed by  Petter Larsson , [email protected]
 



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