| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
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| I’m not sleepy and there is no place that I am going to
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| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
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| In that jingle-jangle morning I’ll come following, following you
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| I know that evening’s empire
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| Has returned into sand
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| Vanished from my hand
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| Left me blindly here to stand
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| But still not sleeping
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| My weariness amazes me
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| 'Cause I’m branded on my feet
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| I have no one to meet
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| And the ancient empty street’s
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| Too dead for dreaming
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| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
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| I’m not sleepy and there is no place that I am going to
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| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
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| In that jingle-jangle morning I’ll come following, following you
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| Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
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| My senses have been stripped
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| My hands can’t feel to grip
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| My toes too numb to step
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| Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
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| I’m ready to go anywhere
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| I’m ready for some shade
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| To my own parade
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| Cast your magic spell
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| I promise to go wanderin'
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| Take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
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| Down the fuzzy road of time
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| Let me forget about today until tomorrow
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| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
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| I’m not sleepy and there is no place that I am going to
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| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
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| In that jingle-jangle morning I’ll come following, following…
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| Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me |