The air is getting hotter, there's a rumblin' in the skies
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I've been wading through the high muddy water
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With the heat risin' in my eyes
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Every day your memory grows dimmer
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It dosn't haunt me like it did before
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I've been walking through the mirror to nowhere
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Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door.
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When I was in Missouri they would not let me be
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I had to leave there in a hurry
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I only saw what they let me see
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You broke a heart that loved you
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Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
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I've been walkin' that lonesome valley
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Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door.
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People on the platforms, waitin' for the trains
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I can hear their hearts a-beatin'
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Like pendulums swinging on chains
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When you think that you've lost everything
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You find out you can always lose a little more
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I'm just goin' down the road feeling bad
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Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door.
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I'm goin' down the river, down to New Orleans
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They tell me everything is gonna be all right
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But I don't know what all right even means
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I was ridin' in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane
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Miss Mary Jane got a house in Baltimore
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I've been all around the world, boys
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And I'm tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door.
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Gonna sleep down in the parlor and relive my dreams
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I close my eyes and I wonder
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If everything is as hollow as it seems
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Some trains don't pull no gamblers
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No midnight ramblers, like they did before
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I've been to sugar town, I shook the sugar down
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Now I'm tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door.
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Trying To Get To Heaven
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Bob Dylan |