While riding on a train goin' west
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I feel asleep for take my a rest
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I dreamed a dream that make me sad
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Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
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With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
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Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
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Where we together weathered many a storm
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Laughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'.
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By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
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Our words were told, our songs were songs
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Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
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Joking and talking about the world outside.
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With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
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We never thought we could ever get very old
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We thought we could sit forever in fun
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Our chances really was a million to one.
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As easy it was to tell black from white
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It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
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And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
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That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
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How many a year has passed and gone
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Many a gamble has been lost and won
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And many a road taken by many a first friend
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And each one I've never seen again.
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I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
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That we could sit simply in that room again
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Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
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I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
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Bob Dylan's Dream
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| Bob Dylan |
