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{title: Mr. Tambourine Man}
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{artist: Bob Dylan}
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{album: The freewheelin}
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{cover: the-freewheelin}
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{language: english}
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{columns: 2}
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{define: C frets X 3 2 0 1 0}
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{define: D frets X X 0 2 3 2}
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{define: G frets 3 2 0 0 0 3}
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{define: Em frets 0 2 2 0 0 0}
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{define: D7 frets X X 0 2 1 2}
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{start_of_chorus}
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[C]Hey, Mr. [D]Tambourine Man
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[G]Play a song for [Em]me
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I'm not sl[G]eepy
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And there [C]ain't no place I'm g[D]oing to
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{end_of_chorus}
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{start_of_chorus}
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[C]Hey, Mr. [D]Tambourine Man
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[G]Play a song for [Em]me
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In the [G]jingle jangle [C]morning
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I'll come [D7]following [G]you
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{end_of_chorus}
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Though I [C]know that evenings [D7]empire
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Has re[G]turned into [Em]sand
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Van[G]ished from my [Em]hand
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Left me [G]blindly here to [C]stand
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But still not [D7]sleeping
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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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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 boot-heels to be wandering
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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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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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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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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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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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