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Mr. Tambourine Man
Written by Bob Dylan Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you Take me for a trip upon your magic swirling ship All my senses have been stripped My hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you |
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I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy, or crucify you All I really want to do Is baby be friends with you No, I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you Frighten you or tighten you Drag you down or drain you down Chain you down or bring you down All I really want to do Is baby be friends with you I don’t want to fake you out Take or shake or forsake you out I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me See like me or be like me I don’t want to meet your kin Make you spin or do you in Or select you or dissect you Or inspect you or reject you All I really want to do Is baby be friends with you |
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Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)
--- The Byrds To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to morn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to bend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace I swear its not too late To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under heaven -행복하세요- |
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