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\beginsong{Mr Tambourine Man}
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[by=Bob Dylan,cov=the-freewheelin]
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\cover
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\gtab{Do}{X32010}
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\gtab{Ré}{XX0232}
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\gtab{Sol}{320003}
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\gtab{Mim}{022000}
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\gtab{Ré7}{XX0212}
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\beginchorus
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\[Do]Hey, Mr. \[Ré]Tambourine Man,
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\[Sol]Play a song for \[Mim]me,
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I'm not sl\[Sol]eepy
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And there \[Do]ain't no place I'm g\[Ré]oing to.
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\endchorus
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\beginchorus
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\[Do]Hey, Mr. \[Ré]Tambourine Man,
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\[Sol]Play a song for \[Mim]me,
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In the \[Sol]jingle jangle \[Do]morning
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I'll come \[Ré7]following \[Sol]you.
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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Though I \[Do]know that evenings \[Ré7]empire
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Has re\[Sol]turned into \[Mim]sand,
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Van\[Sol]ished from my \[Mim]hand,
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Left me \[Sol]blindly here to \[Do]stand
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But still not \[Ré7]sleeping.
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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My weariness amazes me,
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I'm branded on my feet,
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I have no one to meet,
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And the ancient empty street's
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Too dead for dreaming.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.
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My senses have been stripped,
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My hands can't feel to grip,
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My toes too numb to step,
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Wait only for my bootheels to be wandering.
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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I'm ready to go anywhere,
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I'm ready for to fade,
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Into my own parade.
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Cast your dancing spell my way,
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I promise to go under it.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Though you might hear laughing, spinning,
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Swinging madly through the sun,
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It's not aimed at anyone,
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It's just escaping on the run,
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And but for the sky there are no fences facing.
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme,
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To your tambourine in time.
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It's just a ragged clown behind,
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I wouldn't pay it any mind,
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It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind.
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Down the foggy ruins of time,
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Far past the frozen leaves,
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The haunted frightened trees,
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Out to the windy beach,
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
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Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
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Silhouetted by the sea,
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Circled deep beneath the waves,
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Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
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\endverse
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\endsong
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