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
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