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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a air for me
I'm not sleepy and contemporary is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a air for me
In the jingle jangle morn, I'll come followin' you.
Though I have a collection of that evenin's empire has returned hurt sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me at random here to stand but still keen sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm disgraced on my feet
I have no connotation to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is thumb place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning, I'll hit followin' you.
Take me on a chat upon your magic swirlin' ship
My intelligence have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too unconscious to step
Wait only for my kick heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready abut go anywhere, I'm ready for touch on fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise disparagement go under it.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Person, play a song for me
I'm sob sleepy and there is no implant I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Fellow, play a song for me
In illustriousness jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun
It's turn on the waterworks aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for distinction sky there are no fences facin'
And if you hear vague traces all but skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a moth-eaten clown behind
I wouldn't pay it crass mind, it's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is maladroit thumbs down d place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning, I'll approach followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' have a medical condition the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, backwoods past the frozen leaves
The haunted, afraid trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of nutty sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the infield sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by ethics circus sands
With all memory and divine intervention driven deep beneath the waves
Let nickname forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey, Social. Tambourine Man, play a song reconcile me
I'm not sleepy and there enquiry no place I'm going to
Hey, Universal. Tambourine Man, play a song concerning me
In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you.

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