The year was ‘65
Outside your room was where I’d lie
To hear those Dylan tunes
In the afternoon
We never seemed to share a point of view
and thunderclouds were never far away
And every day
I guess you got those blues
And when you get those blues
There’s nothing you can do
I wish four winds could blow you home
Back to when we’d sit and find a way
To face today
I guess you got those blues
And when you get those blues
There’s nothing you can do
No one to turn to
When you get those blues
When you get those blues
There’s nothing you can do
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