Song
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Lyric
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Blowin' in the Wind
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How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
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Mr. Tambourine Man
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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
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Subterranean Homesick Blues
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You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows
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Like a Rolling Stone
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How does it feel? To be on your own. With no direction home
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Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
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But I would not feel so all alone. Everybody must get stoned
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Lay, Lady, Lay
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Lay, lady, lay. Lay across my big, brass bed
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Hurricane
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Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been the champion of the world
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The Times They Are A-Changin'
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Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
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Forever Young
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May you have a strong foundation / When the winds of changes shift
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It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
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He not busy being born is busy dying
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Just Like a Woman
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And she aches just like a woman ... but she breaks just like a little girl
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Positively 4th Street
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Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you
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All Along the Watchtower
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"There must be some way out of here", said the joker to the thief
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Knockin' on Heaven's Door
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Mama, put my guns in the ground. I can't shoot them anymore
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Masters of War
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All the money you make will never buy back your soul
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Girl From The North Country
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Remember me to one who lives there / She once was a true love of mine
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Tangled Up In Blue
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They never did like Mama's homemade dress / Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
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