Mr. Tambourine Man

Bob Dylan

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Though I	know that evenin's	empire has	returned into	sand,	Vanished from my	hand,

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Left me	blindly here to	stand but still not	sleeping.

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My	weariness a	mazes me, I'm	branded on my	feet, -- I	have no one to	meet,

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And the	ancient empty	street's too dead for	dreaming.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, my senses have been stripped,

My hands can't feel to grip, my toes too numb to step,

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade,

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone , it's just escapin' on the run, and but for the sky there are no fences facin'.

And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time,

It's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind,

It's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees,

Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate,

Driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.