Bob Dylan - Dirge
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I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ...
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You were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road.
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The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel
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I hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell.
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I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed
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And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
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I went out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within
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That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
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Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped
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Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped
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Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame
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All for a moment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame
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There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them
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In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
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The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet
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I've paid the price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt
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Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me
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'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees
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We stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break
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No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make
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So sing your praise of progress And of the Doom Machine
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The naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen
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Lady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at
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I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that
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