The Gay Blades
The Gay Blades - Bob Dylan's 115th Nightmare songtekst
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Well, his eyes are blue and your eyes are blue And you're the furthest thing from him, But if you think you're cool it's more likely true That your friends wish you were dead You can make them bow or you can push them out Case you never really learned How to connect you can't comprehend How it's gonna end Make love till those chemicals wear off Do your best to complicate it all Find love buried in the words of God But you know you found them cause you hit rock bottom And it's cool man, cause cool hands lose. You never captivate, you just capitulate And you follow all the trends And if you make it out, you know they'll figure out That you're faking all of this. And you're waiting for some kind of irreverence You know the rebel's ain't your friends They can see right through, You play it safe don't you And if your story never starts, How can it end? Love me, hate me, kill me, let me know it. Well if it's bad, it's bad, And if I'm drunk, I'm drunk But brunettes are in my blood And you can let me know if you'd be into it Cause it's spring and I'm in love And now I'm paralyzed by fictitious eyes You know I'll never make them mine Well I should have guessed that I can make a mess Like nobody's business