He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
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Preoccupied with his vengeance
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Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
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I'm sure that he has no intentions
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Of looking your way, unless it's to say
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That he needs you to test his inventions.
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Can you please crawl out your window?
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Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
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How can you say he will haunt you?
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You can go back to him any time you want to.
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He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
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Trying to peel the moon and expose it
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With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
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If he needs a third eye he just grows it
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He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
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Or pick it up after he throws it.
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Can you please crawl out your window?
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Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
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How can you say he will haunt you?
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You can go back to him any time you want to.
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Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
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Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
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While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
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Their religion of the little ten women
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That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
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Come on out the dark is beginning.
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Can you please crawl out your window?
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Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
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How can you say he will haunt you?
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You can go back to him any time you want to.
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Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?
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| Bob Dylan |
