Faking Dylan #7

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On a sunny day, ‘neath the Milky Way
I was lying prone in a danger zone
I was walkin’ home, talking on the phone
And I could not play, love was gone away.
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Oh, but take me down the line
River blue and red, red wine
Birds and flowers all so fine
Wishin’ this could all be mine.
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On this sunny day, ‘neath the Milky Way
With the travel gnome and his saxophone
And the rag and bone and the mortgage loan
Then I could not play, love was gone away.

Copyright 2016

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