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A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA FALL DON'T THINK TWICE, IT'S ALL RIGHT TALKIN' WORLD WAR III BLUES |
How many roads must a man
walk down
How many times must a man
look up
How many years can a mountain
exist
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Come you masters of war
You that never done nothin'
Like Judas of old
You fasten the triggers
You've thrown the worst fear
How much do I know
Let me ask you one question
And I hope that you die
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Oh, where have you been, my
blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed
son?
And what did you hear, my
blue-eyed son?
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed
son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my
blue-eyed son?
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It ain't no use to sit and
wonder why, babe
It ain't no use in turnin'
on your light, babe
It ain't no use in callin'
out my name, gal
I'm walkin' down that long,
lonesome road, babe
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Some time ago a crazy dream
came to me,
I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World
War passed through my brain."
Well, the whole thing started
at 3 o'clock fast,
Well, I got up and walked
around
Well, I rung the fallout shelter
bell
Down at the corner by a hot-dog
stand
Well, I spied me a girl and
before she could leave,
Well, I seen me a Cadillac
window uptown
Well, I remember seein' some
ad,
I was feelin' kinda lonesome
and blue,
Well, the doctor interrupted
me just about then,
Well, now time passed and
now it seems
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