Bob Dylan – I´m not there (1956)
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Well it’s a too hard to stake-in,
and I don’t bart-b’lieve
It’s all bag for tebusing,
but she’s hard, too hard to leave.
It’s alone, it’s a crime
the way she moult me around
was she told for to hate me
by this dong fortaken clown.
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Yes I believe that it’s rightful,
oh I believe it in my mind,
I b’told like I said when I before
carry on the crying,
and she’s all good to told her,
like I said, carry on,
I wish I was there to help her,
but I’m not there, I’m gone …
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she´s my own fare-thee-well
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(Dieser Song befindet sich auf den „Genuine Basement Tapes Vol.2“)
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I will hold the tea bag.