Mr. Tambourine Man
Bob Dylan
Melody: do-do\ti\la
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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I’m not sl | eepy and there | is no place I’m g | oing to |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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In the j | ingle jangle m | orning I’ll come f | ollowing y | ou |
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Though I kn | ow that evenings | empire has r | eturned into s | and |
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V | anished from my h | and, Left me bl | indly here to st | and but still not sl | eeping |
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My w | eariness am | azes me, I’m br | anded on my f | eet, I h | ave no one to m | eet |
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And the | ancient empty str | eet’s too dead for dr | eaming |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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I’m not sl | eepy and there | is no place I’m g | oing to |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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In the j | ingle jangle m | orning I’ll come f | ollowing y | ou |
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T | ake me on a tr | ip upon your m | agic swirling sh | ip |
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My s | enses have been str | ipped, my h | ands can’t feel to gr | ip |
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My t | oes too numb to st | ep, wait | only for my b | oot heels to be w | andering |
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I’m r | eady to go | anywhere, I’m r | eady for to f | ade |
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Int | o my own par | ade, cast your d | ancing spell my w | ay, I promise to go | under it |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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I’m not sl | eepy and there | is no place I’m g | oing to |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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In the j | ingle jangle m | orning I’ll come f | ollowing y | ou |
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Though you m | ight hear laughing, sp | inning, swinging m | adly across the s | un |
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It’s not | aimed at any | one, it’s just esc | aping on the r | un |
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And but f | or the sky there | are no fences f | acing |
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And | if you hear vague tr | aces of sk | ipping reels of rh | yme |
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To your t | ambourine in t | ime, it’s just a r | agged clown beh | ind |
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I wouldn’t p | ay it any m | ind, it’s just a sh | adow you’re s | eeing that he’s ch | asing |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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I’m not sl | eepy and there | is no place I’m g | oing to |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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In the j | ingle jangle m | orning I’ll come f | ollowing y | ou |
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Then t | ake me disapp | earing through the sm | oke rings of my m | ind |
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Down the f | oggy ruins of t | ime, far p | ast the frozen l | eaves |
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The h | aunted, frightened tr | ees, out t | o the windy b | each |
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Far fr | om the twisted r | each of crazy s | orrow |
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Yes, to d | ance beneath the d | iamond sky with | one hand waving fr | ee, |
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Silhou | etted by the s | ea, circled b | y the circus s | ands |
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With all m | emory and f | ate driven d | eep beneath the w | aves |
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Let me forg | et about t | oday until tom | orrow |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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I’m not sl | eepy and there | is no place I’m g | oing to |
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H | ey! Mr. T | ambourine Man, pl | ay a song for m | e |
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In the j | ingle jangle m | orning I’ll come f | ollowing y | ou |
Bob Dylan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oecX_1pqxk0