Well I’m grinding my life out, steady and sure
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Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
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I’m drenched in the light that shines from the sun
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I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done
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Sooner or later you make a mistake,
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I’ll put you in a chain that you never will break
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Legs and arms and body and bone
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I pay in blood, but not my own
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Night after night, Day after day
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They strip your useless hopes away
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The more I take the more I give
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The more I die the more I live
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I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim
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I got dogs could tear you limb from limb
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I’m circlin’ around the Southern Zone
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I pay in blood, but not my own.
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Low cards are what I’ve got
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But I’ll play this hand whether I like it or not
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I’m sworn to uphold the laws of God
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You could put me out in front of a firing squad
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I’ve been out and around with the rising men
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Just like you my handsome friend
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My head’s so hard, must be made of stone
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I pay in blood, but not my own
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Another politician coming out the abyss
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another angry beggar blowing you a kiss
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you got the same eyes that your mother does
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if only you could prove who your father was
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someone must of slipped a drug in yer wine
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you gulped it down and you cross the line
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man can’t live by bread alone
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I pay in blood, but not my own
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How I made it back home, nobody knows
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or how I survived so many blows
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I’ve been thru Hell, What good did it do?
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You bastard!!! I’m suppose to respect you!!
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I’ll give you justice, I’ll fathom your purse
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Show me your moral that you reversed
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Hear me holler and hear me moan
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I pay in blood but not my own
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You get your lover in the bed
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Come here I’ll break your lousy head
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Our nation must be saved and freed
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You’ve been accused of murder, how do you plead?
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This is how I spend my days
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I came to bury, not to raise
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I’ll drink my fill and sleep alone
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I play in blood, but not my own
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Pay In Blood
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| Bob Dylan |
