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(All lyrics by Bob Dylan)
Darkness at the break of noon, shadows even the silver spoon/The handmade blade, the child's balloon, eclipses both the sun and moon/To understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying/For them that must obey authority/That they do not respect in any degree/speak jealously of them that are free/cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in/temptation's page flies out the door, you follow, find yourself at war/watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before/you discover that you'd just be one more person crying/While one who sings with his tongue on fire/gargles in the rat race choir/bent out of shape, from society's pliers/Cares not to come up any higher but rather get you down in the hole that he's in
(Chorus)So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear/It's alright, ma, I'm only sighing/Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools/I got nothing, ma, to live up to
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark/Made toy guns that spark to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark/It's easy to see without looking too far, that not much is really sacred/While them that defend what they cannot see/with a killer's pride, security, it blows the mind most bitterly/For them that think death's honesty/won't fall upon them naturally, life sometimes must get lonely/advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one/that can do what's never been done, that can win what's never been won/meantime, life outside goes on all around you/You lose yourself, you reappear/you suddenly find you got nothing to fear/alone you stand with nobody near/when a trembling distant voice unclear/startles your sleeping ear to hear that somebody thinks they really found you
(Chorus)
While some on principles baptized/To strict party platform ties, social clubs in drag disguise/outsiders the can freely criticize/tell nothing except who to idolize and then say god bless him/pointed threats, they bluff with scorn/Suicide remarks are torn/From the fool's gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn/Plays wasted words, prove to warn/that he not busy being born is busy dying/A question in your nerves is lit/yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy, insure you not to quit/to keep it in your mind and not forget/that it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to/while preachers preach of evil fates, teachers teach that knowledge waits/can lead to hundred dollar plates, goodness hides behind its gate/but even the president of the United States sometimes, must have to stand naked
(Chorus) And if my thought-dreams could be seen/They'd probably put my head in a guillotine/but it's alright, ma, it's life and life only
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