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Sylvio
By Bob Dylan

Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is a-comin' on fast
Ain't complainin' 'bout what I got
Seen better times but who has not

Sylvio, silver and gold won't
Buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Sylvio, I gotta go findout something only dead men know.

You can hear me rockin' like a rollin' stone
When I come a knockin' don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil lookin' for a home
If you don't like me, honey, leave me alone

I can snap my fingers and acquire the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
Charm the whistle off the evenin' train

Give what I got til I got no more
Take what I can get til I can even the score
You know I love you, honey, and furthermore
When it's time to go you gotta open door

I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Get your ticket here, honey, and don't complain

One of these days, and it won't be long
I'm going down in the valley
Gonna sing my song
Gonna sing it loud
Gonna sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong


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The Summer Of Love 2002 Part 2

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