paroles de chanson I Contain Multitudes - Bob Dylan
Today
and
tomorrow,
and
yesterday,
too
The
flowers
are
dyin'
like
all
things
do
Follow
me
close,
I'm
going
to
Balian
Bali
I'll
lose
my
mind
if
you
don't
come
with
me
I
fuss
with
my
hair,
and
I
fight
blood
feuds
I
contain
multitudes
Got
a
tell-tale
heart,
like
Mr.
Poe
Got
skeletons
in
the
walls
of
people
you
know
I'll
drink
to
the
truth
and
the
things
we
said
I'll
drink
to
the
man
that
shares
your
bed
I
paint
landscapes,
and
I
paint
nudes
I
contain
multitudes
Red
Cadillac
and
a
black
mustache
Rings
on
my
fingers
that
sparkle
and
flash
Tell
me,
what's
next?
What
shall
we
do?
Half
my
soul,
baby,
belongs
to
you
I
relic
and
I
frolic
with
all
the
young
dudes
I
contain
multitudes
I'm
just
like
Anne
Frank,
like
Indiana
Jones
And
them
British
bad
boys,
The
Rolling
Stones
I
go
right
to
the
edge,
I
go
right
to
the
end
I
go
right
where
all
things
lost
are
made
good
again
I
sing
the
songs
of
experience
like
William
Blake
I
have
no
apologies
to
make
Everything's
flowing
all
at
the
same
time
I
live
on
the
boulevard
of
crime
I
drive
fast
cars,
and
I
eat
fast
foods
I
contain
multitudes
Pink
petal-pushers,
red
blue
jeans
All
the
pretty
maids,
and
all
the
old
queens
All
the
old
queens
from
all
my
past
lives
I
carry
four
pistols
and
two
large
knives
I'm
a
man
of
contradictions,
I'm
a
man
of
many
moods
I
contain
multitudes
You
greedy
old
wolf,
I'll
show
you
my
heart
But
not
all
of
it,
only
the
hateful
part
I'll
sell
you
down
the
river,
I'll
put
a
price
on
your
head
What
more
can
I
tell
you?
I
sleep
with
life
and
death
in
the
same
bed
Get
lost,
madame,
get
up
off
my
knee
Keep
your
mouth
away
from
me
I'll
keep
the
path
open,
the
path
in
my
mind
I'll
see
to
it
that
there's
no
love
left
behind
I'll
play
Beethoven's
sonatas,
and
Chopin's
preludes
I
contain
multitudes
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