Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
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I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
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I went to the doctor the very next day
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To see what kinda words he could say.
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He said it was a bad dream.
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I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,
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They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.
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I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain."
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He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,"
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He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
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As I landed on the psychiatric couch,
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He said, "Tell me about it."
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Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast,
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It was all over by quarter past.
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I was down in the sewer with some little lover
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When I peeked out from a manhole cover
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Wondering who turned the lights on.
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Well, I got up and walked around
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And up and down the lonesome town.
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I stood a-wondering which way to go,
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I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
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And walked on down the road.
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It was a normal day.
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Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
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And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
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"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man."
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A shotgun fired and away I ran.
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I don't blame them too much though,
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He didn't know me.
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Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
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I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend,
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I guess there's just us two."
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He screamed a bit and away he flew.
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Thought I was a Communist.
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Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,
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"Let's go and play Adam and Eve."
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I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
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When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',
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You see what happened last time they started."
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Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
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And there was nobody aroun',
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I got into the driver's seat
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And I drove 42nd Street
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In my Cadillac.
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Good car to drive after a war.
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Well, I remember seein' some ad,
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So I turned on my Conelrad.
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But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill,
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So the radio didn't work so well.
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Turned on my player-
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It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin',
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"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,
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Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."
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I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,
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I needed somebody to talk to.
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So I called up the operator of time
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Just to hear a voice of some kind.
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"When you hear the beep
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It will be three o'clock,"
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She said that for over an hour
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And I hung it up.
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Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,
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Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams,
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But mine was a little different you see.
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I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me.
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I didn't see you around."
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Well, now time passed and now it seems
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Everybody's having them dreams.
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Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else.
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Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
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Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
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I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
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"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
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I said that.
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Talkin' World War III Blues
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| Bob Dylan |
