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When the rain is blowin' in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When evenin' shadows

I ain't lookin' to compete with you Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby

Of war and peace, the truth just twists It's curfew gull, it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the

Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark, too dark to see I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin'

You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning You got a lotta nerve To say you got a hand to lend You

[Originally by Bob Dylan] "There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief "There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief Businessmen

[Originally by Bob Dylan] I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge. Ric is a blues guitarplayer. I met him one day on The green

[Originally by Bob Dylan] If not for you, babe, I couldn't find the door Couldn't even see the floor I'd be sad and blue if not for you. If not for

[Originally by Bob Dylan] Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin'