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作词 : Bob Dylan |
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作曲 : Bob Dylan |
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Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press |
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Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess |
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They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy |
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She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me |
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I can't help it if I'm lucky |
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People see me all the time, I guess they just can't remember how to act |
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Their minds are filled with false ideas, images and distorted facts |
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And even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at |
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I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me any better than that |
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Sweet lady |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth |
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Blowing down the backroads headin' south |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth |
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You're an idiot, babe |
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It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe |
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I ran into the fortune teller, she said beware 'cause some lightning might strike |
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I haven't known about peace and quiet now for so long I don't even remember what it's like |
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There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door |
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He didn't know it, he never thought it could be done, but at the final shot he won the war |
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After losin' every battle |
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I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things really are |
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Visions of your smokin' shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars |
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You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies |
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One day you'll be in the grave, flies buzzin' around your eyes |
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Blood on your saddle |
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Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb |
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Blowing through the curtains in your room |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth |
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You're an idiot, babe |
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It's a wonder that you still can even breathe |
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It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart |
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You tamed the lion in my cage but it wasn't enough to change my heart |
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Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped |
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What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top |
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You're on the bottom |
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I noticed at the ceremony, that your corrupt ways had finally made you blind |
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I can't recall your face anymore, your mouth has changed and your eyes don't look into mine |
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The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned |
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I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned |
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Slowly into autumn |
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Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull |
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From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol |
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth |
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You're an idiot, babe |
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It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe |
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I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the clothes you wear |
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Every time I come into your door, you leave me standing in the middle of the air |
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Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy |
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I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory |
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And all your ragin' glory |
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I been double-crossed now for the very last time and I think I finally see |
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I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me |
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You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above |
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And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love |
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And it makes me feel so sorry |
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Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats |
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Blowing through the letters that we wrote |
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Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves |
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We're idiots, babe |
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It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves |
