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\beginsong{Mr Tambourine Man}[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 \[Sol]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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