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Song for Dylan
I’m
sitting here a waiting for the times to change,
But
I don’t think they ever will I’m
walking down that lonesome road And
I’ve been told we’re growing old
Before our time… but I don’t care Well
I was talking to a friend of mine just the other day
and
he was saying something
about a guy named Dylan who used to be
some
kind of hero to you and me but isn’t now what
a shame All
the good times that we’ve had it makes no difference now Let
the good times roll on
Think of all the hurt and pain let’s not mess it up again
Think of all of the wisdom that we’ve gained
Break Now
looking back upon those days I realize That
all my dreams are fading
Yesterday’s a dream to me, tomorrow is reality And
so it goes And
it seems to me my fantasies just fade away
Replaced by loves security And
banished thoughts come sweeping round Like
friends who’ve lost their way and found
A
better sea …to swim in All
the good times that we’ve had it makes no difference now Let
the good times roll on
Think of all the hurt and pain let’s not mess it up again
Think of all of the wisdom that we’ve gained
Think of all the hurt and pain let’s not mess it up again
Think of all of the wisdom that we’ve gained
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