Текст песни Dirge - Bob Dylan
I
hate
myself
for
lovin'
you
and
the
weakness
that
it
showed
You
were
just
a
painted
face
on
a
trip
down
Suicide
Road
The
stage
was
set,
the
lights
went
out
all
around
the
old
hotel
I
hate
myself
for
lovin'
you
and
I'm
glad
the
curtain
fell
I
hate
that
foolish
game
we
played
and
the
need
that
was
expressed
And
the
mercy
that
you
showed
to
me,
who
ever
would
have
guessed?
I
went
out
on
Lower
Broadway
and
I
felt
that
place
within
That
hollow
place
where
martyrs
weep
and
angels
play
with
sin
Instrumental
Heard
your
songs
of
freedom
and
man
forever
stripped
Acting
out
his
folly
while
his
back
is
being
whipped
Like
a
slave
in
orbit,
he's
beaten
'til
he's
tame
All
for
a
moment's
glory
and
it's
a
dirty,
rotten
shame
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There
are
those
who
worship
loneliness,
I'm
not
one
of
them
In
this
age
of
fiberglass
I'm
searching
for
a
gem
The
crystal
ball
up
on
the
wall
hasn't
shown
me
nothing
yet
I've
paid
the
price
of
solitude,
but
at
last
I'm
out
of
debt
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Can't
recall
a
useful
thing
you
ever
did
for
me
'Cept
pat
me
on
the
back
one
time
when
I
was
on
my
knees
We
stared
into
each
other's
eyes
'til
one
of
us
would
break
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
The
naked
truth
is
still
taboo
whenever
it
can
be
seen
Lady
Luck,
who
shines
on
me,
will
tell
you
where
I'm
at
I
hate
myself
for
lovin'
you,
but
I
should
get
over
that
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