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Bob Dylan - Spirit On The Water Bob Dylan - Spirit On The Water |
*** Autor textu: Bob Dylan © 2006 *** Autor hudby: Bob Dylan © 2006 | Spirit on the water, darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking 'bout you baby, I can't hardly sleep.
I'm traveling by land, travelin' through the dawn of day
You're always on my mind, I can't stay away.
I'd forgotten about you then you turned up again
I always knew we were meant to be more than friends.
When you're near it's just as plain as it can be
I'm wild about you, gal, you ought to be a fool about me.
Can't explain the sources of this hidden pain
You burned your way into my heart, you got the key to my brain.
I've been tramplin' through mud, prayin' to the powers above
I'm sweatin' blood, you got a face that begs for love.
Life without you doesn't mean a thing to me
If I can't have you, I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea.
Sometimes I wonder why you can't treat me right
You do good all day and then you do wrong all night.
When you're with me I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say
What does it matter what price I pay.
They brag about your sugar, brag about it all over town
Put some sugar in my bowl, I feel like layin' down.
I'm as pale as a ghost holdin' a blossom on a stem
You ever seen a ghost? No, but you have heard of them.
I see you there I'm blinded by the colors I see
I take good care of what belongs to me.
I hear your name ringin' up and down the line
I'm sayin' it plain, these ties are strong enough to bind.
Now your sweet voice calls out from some old familiar shrine
I got no choice, can't believe these things would ever fade from your mind.
I could live forever with you perfectly
You don't ever have to make a fuss over me.
From east to west ever since the world began
I only mean it for the best, I want to be with you any way I can.
I been in a brawl now I'm feeling the wall
I'm goin' 'way baby, I won't be back 'til fall.
High on the hill you can carry all my thoughts with you
You've numbed my will, this love could tear me in two.
I won't be with you in paradise and it seems so unfair
I can't go to paradise no more, I killed a man back there.
You think I'm over the hill, you think i'm past my prime
Let me see what you got, we can have a whoppin' good time.
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