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Bob Dylan Tell Tale Signs The Bootleg Series Vol 8

: Most of the time I'm clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the sign Stay right

: In the lonely night in the blinking stardust of a pale blue light You're coming through to me in black and white when we were made of dreams You're

: Broken lines broken strings Broken threads broken springs Broken idols broken heads People sleeping in broken beds Ain't no use jiving Ain't no use

: Well I wandered alone, Through a desert of stone, And I dreamt of my future wife. My sword's in my hand, And I'm next in command, In this version of

: The light In this place Is really bad Like being In the bottom Of a stream Any minute now I'm expecting To wake up From a dream Miss so much The softest

t thinking of anything specific Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams Nothing too very scientific Just thinking of a series of dreams Thinking of a series

: Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade

: Ev'ry time my baby an' me we go uptown Police come an' they knock me down Cocaine, all around my brain. Hey, baby, won't you come here quick; This

: 'Twas in the year of '82, In the springtime of the year, I left my mother and a home so dear All for that girl on the greenbriar shore. My mother,