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    Every step of the way
    We walk the line
    Your days are numbered
    So are mine

    Time is piling up
    We struggle and we scrape
    All-boxed-in
    Nowhere to escape

    The city's just a jungle
    More games to play
    I'm trapped in the heart of it
    Trying to get-away

    I was raised in the country
    Been workin' in the town
    I' been in trouble since I
    Set my suitcase down

    I ain't got nothin' for you
    I had nothin' before
    Don't even have anything
    For myself, anymore

    Sky's full of fire
    And the rain is pourin' down
    There's nothin' you can sell me
    So, I'll see-you-around

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    All my powers of expression
    And thoughts, so sublime
    Could never do you justice
    Reason, or rhyme
    There's only one thing that I did wrong
    I stayed in Mississippi a day-too-long

    The devil's in the alley, the mule kickin' in the stall
    Say anything you wanna, I've heard it all
    I was thinkin' about the things that she said
    I was dreamin' I was sleepin' in your bed

    Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees
    Feel like a stranger nobody sees
    So many things we never will undo
    I know you're sorry, well, I'm sorry, too

    Some people will offer you their hand, and some won't
    Last night, I knew you, tonight, I don't
    I need something strong to distract my mind
    I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind

    Well, I got here, following the southern star
    I crossed that river just to be where you are
    There's only one thing that I did wrong
    I stayed in Mississippi a day-too-long

    Well, my ship's been split to splinters, it's sinkin', fast
    I'm drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no past
    But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free
    I've got nothin' but affection for those who've sailed with me

    Everybody's moving, if they ain't already there
    Everybody's got to move somewhere
    Well, stick with me baby, anyhow
    Things should start to get interesting, right-about-now

    My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
    Not as tight as the corner that I painted-myself-in
    I know that fortune is waiting to be kind
    So, give me your hand, and say you'll be mine

    The emptiness is endless, cold as clay
    You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way
    Well, there's only one thing that I did wrong
    I stayed in Mississippi a day-too-long
    Yeah, the only thing that I did wrong
    Was stayed in Mississippi a day-too-long
    The only thing that I did wrong
    Was stayed in Mississippi a day-too-long

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    Composition: Bob Dylan

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