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The year was â65 Outside your room was where Iâd lie To hear those Dylan tunes In the afternoon We never seemed to share a point of view and thunderclouds were never far away And every day I guess you got those blues And when you get those blues Thereâs nothing you can do I wish four winds could blow you home Back to when weâd sit and find a way To face today I guess you got those blues And when you get those blues Thereâs nothing you can do No one to turn to When you get those blues When you get those blues Thereâs nothing you can do |