| Down in the Groove
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| Silvio
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| by Bob Dylan and Robert Hunter
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| Stake my future on a hell of a past
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| Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
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| Ain’t complaining 'bout what I got
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| Seen better times, but who has not?
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| Silvio
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| Silver and gold
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| Won’t buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
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| Silvio
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| I gotta go
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| Find out something only dead men know
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| Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
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| When I come knocking don’t throw me no bone
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| I’m an old boll weevil looking for a home
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| If you don’t like it you can leave me alone
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| I can snap my fingers and require the rain
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| From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
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| I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
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| And charm the whistle off an evening train
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| I give what I got until I got no more
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| I take what I get until I even the score
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| You know I love you and furthermore
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| When it’s time to go you got an open door
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| I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
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| You give something up for everything you gain
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| Since every pleasure’s got an edge of pain
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| Pay for your ticket and don’t complain
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| One of these days and it won’t be long
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| Going down in the valley and sing my song
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| I will sing it loud and sing it strong
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| Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
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| Silvio
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| Silver and gold
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| Won’t buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
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| Silvio
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| I gotta go
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| Find out something only dead men know |