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SITTING ON A BARBED WIRE FENCE
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I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents
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I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents
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See my hound dog bite a rabbit
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And my football's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence
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Well, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast
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Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don't walk so fast
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Well, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot
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But wouldn't tell me if what I had would last
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Well, this woman I've got, she's filling me with her drive
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Yes, this woman I've got, she's thrillin' me with her hive
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She's calling me Stan
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Or else she calls me Mister Clive
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Of course, you're gonna think this song is a riff
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I know you're gonna think this song is a cliff
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Unless you've been inside a tunnel
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And fell down 69, 70 feet over a barbed-wire fence
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All night!
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SITTING ON A BARBED WIRE FENCE
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| Bob Dylan |
