Fourth Time Around

Fourth Time Around  -  Bob Dylan
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('Blonde on Blonde' album)


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When she said, "Don't waste your 
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words, they're just lies," I 
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cried she was deaf.
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And she worked on my face until 
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breaking my eyes, Then said, "What
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 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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Ev'rybody must give something back
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 For something they get."
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I stood there and hummed, I 
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tapped on her drum and asked her
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 how come.
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And she buttoned her boot, And 
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straightened her suit, Then she 
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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 My very 
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last peice of gum.
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She threw me outside, I stood 
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in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.
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And after finding I'd Forgotten 
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my shirt, I went back and knocked.
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I waited in the hallway, she went 
to get it, And I tried to make 
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sense,
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Out of that picture of you in your
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 wheelchair That leaned up 
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against...


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Her Jamaican rum And when she 
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did come, I asked her for some.
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She said, "No, dear." I said, 
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"Your words aren't clear, You'd 
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better spit out your gum."
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She screamed  till her face got so 
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red, 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 
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drawer.


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And when I was through, I 
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filled up my shoe And brought it to 
you.
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And you, you took me in, You 
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loved me then, You didn't waste 
time.
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And I, I never took much, I never 
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asked for your crutch, Now don't 
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ask for mine.
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Typed by  Petter Larsson , 
larpe@nts.mh.se