Faking Dylan #VIII

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Close the window, close the door

Shut up the cold from off our floor

And act like you’ve been there before

I cannot take it anymore

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The tax preparers have their way

Like it was any other day

She pulls his hair to make him stay

While his heart wanders far away

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Look on the spreading chestnut tree

The shady bench for you and me

We’d sit and look and then we’d see

McCabe, McGruder and McGhee

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I wouldn’t cry for anyone

Nobody I owe that much fun

I spend my days beneath the sun

Another line and then I’m done

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I said there’d be another one.

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