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Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman<br />I wrote a song for you<br />About a strange young man called Dylan<br />With a voice like sand and glue<br />Some words of truthful vengeance<br />They could pin us to the floor<br />Brought a few more people on<br />And put the fear in a whole lot more<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Ah, Here she comes<br />Here she comes<br />Here she comes again<br />The same old painted lady<br />From the brow of a superbrain<br />She'll scratch this world to pieces<br />As she comes on like a friend<br />But a couple of songs<br />From your old scrapbook<br />Could send her home again<br /><br />You gave your heart to every bedsit room<br />At least a picture on the wall<br />And you sat behind a million pair of eyes<br />And told them how they saw<br />Then we lost your train of thought<br />The paintings are all your own<br />While troubles are rising<br />We'd rather be scared<br />Together than alone<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />Aboo leen!<br /><br />Now hear this Robert Zimmerman<br />Though I don't suppose we'll meet<br />Ask your good friend Dylan<br />If he'd gaze a while down the old street<br />Tell him we've lost his poems<br />So they're writing on the walls<br />Give us back our unity<br />Give us back our family<br />You're every nation's refugee<br />Don't leave us with their sanity<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Come on<br />A couple of songs<br />From your old scrapbook<br />Could send her home again<br />Oh, here she comes, (oh) here she comes<br />Oh, here she comes (oh)
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Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman<br />I wrote a song for you<br />About a strange young man called Dylan<br />With a voice like sand and glue<br />Some words of truthful vengeance<br />They could pin us to the floor<br />Brought a few more people on<br />And put the fear in a whole lot more<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Ah, Here she comes<br />Here she comes<br />Here she comes again<br />The same old painted lady<br />From the brow of a superbrain<br />She'll scratch this world to pieces<br />As she comes on like a friend<br />But a couple of songs<br />From your old scrapbook<br />Could send her home again<br /><br />You gave your heart to every bedsit room<br />At least a picture on the wall<br />And you sat behind a million pair of eyes<br />And told them how they saw<br />Then we lost your train of thought<br />The paintings are all your own<br />While troubles are rising<br />We'd rather be scared<br />Together than alone<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />Aboo leen!<br /><br />Now hear this Robert Zimmerman<br />Though I don't suppose we'll meet<br />Ask your good friend Dylan<br />If he'd gaze a while down the old street<br />Tell him we've lost his poems<br />So they're writing on the walls<br />Give us back our unity<br />Give us back our family<br />You're every nation's refugee<br />Don't leave us with their sanity<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Come on<br />A couple of songs<br />From your old scrapbook<br />Could send her home again<br />Oh, here she comes, (oh) here she comes<br />Oh, here she comes (oh)
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