| I was standing in the schoolyard
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| I guess it was sometime in 1965
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| Just me and my friends listening to the radio
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| And a song came on called I feel fine
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| The playground sounds grew dim
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| The whole wide world seemed to fade
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| There was nothing but me and that heavenly sound
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| Burning in my brain
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| Words and Music — yeah, yeah
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| I was lying on the living room floor
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| With the sound way up on Highway 61
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| Then I heard my mother calling through the door
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| Saying, «Now, what about those dishes then, son?»
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| So I picked the needle up
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| And yelled out, «Just one more song to go»
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| Then I put the needle back down
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| At the start of Desolation Row
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| Words and Music — yeah, yeah
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| Now two things saved that crazy sailor
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| Trapped for days inside his hull
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| No food, no water, no nothing
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| Just his tongue rattling around inside his skull
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| Words and Music — yeah, yeah |