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Bob Dylan Blonde On Blonde

it clear that I just don't fit yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again, introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me

the hall Oh, how can I explain? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna They kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums Infinity goes up on

Honey, can I jump on it sometime? Yes, I just wanna see If it's really that expensive kind You know it balances on your head Just like a mattress balances On

I go mine The judge, he's holdin' a grudge And he's about to call on you But he's badly built and he walks on stilts Watch out he don't fall on you

Well, they'll stone you when you're walkin' on the street They'll stone you when you're tryin' to keep your seat They'll stone you when you're walkin' on

I didn't mean to treat you so bad You shouldn't take it so personal I didn't mean to make you so sad You just happened to be there, that's all When I

voice like chimes Oh, who do they think could bury you ? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass

the hall How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on

buried in the rocks, But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked. But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on