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(Bob Dylan) |
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Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please |
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And if things don't change soon, he will. |
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Oh, man has invented his doom, |
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First step was touching the moon. |
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Now, there's a woman on my block, |
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She just sit there as the night grows still. |
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill? |
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Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life |
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And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill, |
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Then they bury him with stars, |
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Sell his body like they do used cars. |
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Now, there's a woman on my block, |
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She just sit there facin' the hill. |
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill? |
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Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, |
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And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill. |
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All he believes are his eyes |
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And his eyes, they just tell him lies. |
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But there's a woman on my block, |
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Sitting there in a cold chill. |
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill? |
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Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker, |
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Heartbreaker, backbreaker, |
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Leave no stone unturned. |
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May be an actor in a plot, |
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That might be all that you got |
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'Til your error you clearly learn. |
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Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool |
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And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled. |
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Oh, man is opposed to fair play, |
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He wants it all and he wants it his way. |
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Now, there's a woman on my block, |
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She just sit there as the night grows still. |
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She say who gonna take away his license to kill? |