<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=62053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song For Bob Dylan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, hear this robert zimmerman<br>I wrote a song for you<br>About a strange young man called dylan<br>With a voice like sand and glue<br>Some words of truthful vengeance<br>They could pin us to the floor<br>Brought a few more people on<br>And put the fear in a whole lot more<br>Ah, here she comes<br>Here she comes<br>Here she comes again<br>The same old painted lady<br>From the brow of a superbrain<br>Shell scratch this world to pieces<br>As she comes on like a friend<br>But a couple of songs<br>From your old scrapbook<br>Could send her home again<br>You gave your heart to every bedsit room<br>At least a picture on the wall<br>And you sat behind a million pair of eyes<br>And told them how they saw<br>Then we lost your train of thought<br>The paintings are all your own<br>While troubles are rising<br>Wed rather be scared<br>Together than alone<br>Ah, here she comes<br>Here she comes<br>Here she comes again<br>The same old painted lady<br>From the brow of a superbrain<br>Shell scratch this world to pieces<br>As she comes on like a friend<br>But a couple of songs<br>From your old scrapbook<br>Could send her home again<br>Aoo<br>Now hear this robert zimmerman<br>Though I dont suppose well meet<br>Ask your good friend dylan<br>If hed gaze a while down the old street<br>Tell him weve lost his poems<br>So theyre writing on the walls<br>Give us back our unity<br>Give us back our family<br>Youre every nations refugee<br>Dont leave us with their sanity<br>Ah, here she comes<br>Here she comes<br>Here she comes again<br>The same old painted lady<br>From the brow of a superbrain<br>Shell scratch this world to pieces<br>As she comes on like a friend<br>But a couple of songs<br>From your old scrapbook<br>Could send her home again<br>Come on<br>A couple of songs<br>From your old scrapbook<br>Could send her home again<br>Oh, here she comes, (oh) here she comes<br>Oh, here she comes (oh)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by David Bowie - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=62053" data-title="Song For Bob Dylan" data-description="Oh, hear this robert zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called dylan With a voice like sand and glue Some words of truthful vengeance They could pin us to the floor Brought a few more people on And put the fear in a whole l..."></div> </div> </div>

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