(Dylan)
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Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
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I was layin' in bed
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Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
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If her hair was still red
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Her folks they said our lives together
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Sure was gonna be rough
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They never did like Mama's homemade dress
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Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
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And I was standin' on the side of the road
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Rain fallin' on my shoes
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Heading out for the East Coast
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Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
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Tangled up in blue
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She was married when we first met
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Soon to be divorced
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I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
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But I used a little too much force
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We drove that car as far as we could
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Abandoned it out West
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Split up on a dark sad night
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Both agreeing it was best
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She turned around to look at me
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As I was walkin' away
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I heard her say over my shoulder,
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"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
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Tangled up in blue
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I had a job in the great north woods
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Working as a cook for a spell
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I never did like it all that much
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And one day the ax just fell
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So I drifted down to New Orleans
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Where I was lucky to be employed
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Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
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Right outside of Delacroix
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But all the while I was alone
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The past was close behind,
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I seen a lot of women
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But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
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Tangled up in blue
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She was workin' in a topless place
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And I stopped in for a beer,
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I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
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In the spotlight so clear
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And later on the crowd thinned out
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I's just about to do the same,
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She was standing there in back of my chair
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Sayin', "Jackie don't I know your name?"
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I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
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She studied the lines on my face
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I must admit I felt a little uneasy
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When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
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Tangled up in blue
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She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
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"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
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"You look like the silent type"
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Then she opened up a book of poems
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And handed it to me
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Written by an Italian poet
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From the thirteenth century
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And every one of them words rang true
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And glowed like burnin' coal
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Pourin' off of every page
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Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
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Tangled up in blue
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I lived with them on Montague Street
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In a basement down the stairs,
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There was music in the cafes at night
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And revolution in the air
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Then he started into dealing with slaves
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And something inside of him died
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She had to sell everything she owned
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And froze up inside
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And one day finally the bottom fell out
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I became withdrawn,
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The only thing I knew how to do
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Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
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Tangled up in blue
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So now I'm goin' back again,
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I got to get to her somehow
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All the people we used to know
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They're an illusion to me now
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Some are mathematicians
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Some are carpenter's wives
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Don't know how it all got started,
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I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
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But me, I'm still on the road
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Headin' for another joint
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We always did feel the same,
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We just saw it from a different point of view,
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Tangled up in blue
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Tangled Up in Blue
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