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FOURTH TIME AROUND
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When she said,
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"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
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I cried she was deaf.
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And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
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Then said, "What else you got left?"
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It was then that I got up to leave
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But she said, "Don't forget,
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Everybody must give something back
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For something they get."
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I stood there and hummed,
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I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
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And she buttoned her boot,
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And straightened her suit,
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Then she said, "Don't get cute."
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So I forced my hands in my pockets
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And felt with my thumbs,
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And gallantly handed her
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My very last piece of gum.
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She threw me outside,
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I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
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And after finding I'd
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Forgotten my shirt,
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I went back and knocked.
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I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
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And I tried to make sense
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Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
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That leaned up against . . .
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Her Jamaican rum
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And when she did come, I asked her for some.
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She said, "No, dear."
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I said, "Your words aren't clear,
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You'd better spit out your gum."
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She screamed till her face got so red,
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Then she fell on the floor,
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And I covered her up and then
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Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
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And when I was through,
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I filled up my shoe, and brought it to you.
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And you, you took me in,
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You loved me then,
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You never wasted time.
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And I, I never took much,
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I never asked for your crutch,
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Now don't ask for mine.
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FOURTH TIME AROUND
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Bob Dylan |