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Lyrics to: 4th Time Around
By Artist: Bob Dylan
When she said, Dont waste your words, theyre just lies, I cried she was deaf. And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, what else you got left? It was then that I got up to leave But she said, dont forget, Everybody must give something back For something they get.
I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, dont get cute. So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, And gallantly handed her My very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where evryone walked. And after finding id Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against . . .
Her jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. She said, no, dear. I said, your words arent clear, Youd better spit out your gum. She screamed till her face got so red Then she fell on the floor, And I covered her up and then Thought Id go look through her drawer.
And, when I was through I filled up my shoe And brought it to you. And you, you took me in, You loved me then You didnt waste time. And i, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch. Now dont ask for mine.
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