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- I Want You
- Bob Dylan
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- The guilty undertaker sighs,
- The lonely organ grinder cries,
- The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
- The cracked bells and washed-out horns
- Blow into my face with scorn,
- But it's not that way,
- I wasn't born to lose you.
- I want you, I want you,
- I want you so bad,
- Honey, I want you.
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- The drunken politician leaps
- Upon the street where mothers weep
- And the saviors who are fast asleep,
- They wait for you.
- And I wait for them to interrupt
- Me drinkin' from my broken cup
- And ask me to
- Open up the gate for you.
- I want you, I want you,
- I want you so bad,
- Honey, I want you.
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- Now all my fathers, they've gone down,
- True love they've been without it.
- But all their daughters put me down
- 'Cause I don't think about it.
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- Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
- And talk with my chambermaid.
- She knows that I'm not afraid
- To look at her.
- She is good to me
- And there's nothing she doesn't see.
- She knows where I'd like to be
- But it doesn't matter.
- I want you, I want you,
- I want you so bad,
- Honey, I want you.
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- Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
- He spoke to me, I took his flute.
- No, I wasn't very cute to him,
- Was I?
- But I did it, though, because he lied
- Because he took you for a ride
- And because time was on his side
- And because I ...
- I want you, I want you,
- I want you so bad,
- Honey, I want you.
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