Текст песни Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan
When
she
said,
"Don't
waste
your
words,
they're
just
lies"
I
cried,
she
was
deaf
And
she
worked
on
my
face
until
breaking
my
eyes
Then
said,
"What
else
you
got
left?"
It
was
then
that
I
got
up
to
leave,
but
she
said,
"Don't
forget"
"Everybody
must
give
something
back
For
something
they
get"
I
stood
there
and
hummed,
I
tapped
on
her
drum
I
asked
her,
"How
come?"
And
she
buttoned
her
boot
and
straightened
her
suit
Then
she
said,
"Don't
get
cute"
So,
I
forced
my
hands
in
my
pockets
and
felt
with
my
thumbs
And
gallantly
handed
her
my
very
last
piece
of
gum
She
threw
me
outside,
I
stood
in
the
dirt
Where
everyone
walked
And
after
finding
that
I'd
forgotten
my
shirt
I
went
back
and
knocked
I
waited
in
the
hallway,
she
went
to
get
it
And
I
tried
to
make
sense
Out
of
that
picture
of
you
in
your
wheelchair
That
leaned
up
against
Her
Jamaican
rum
and
when
she
did
come
I
asked
her
for
some
She
said,
"No,
dear",
I
said,
"Your
words
aren't
clear"
"You'd
better
spit
out
your
gum"
She
screamed
till
her
face
got
so
red,
then
she
fell
on
the
floor
And
I
covered
her
up
and
then
Thought
I'd
go
look
through
her
drawer
And,
when
I
was
through,
I
filled
up
my
shoe
And
brought
it
to
you
And
you,
you
took
me
in,
you
loved
me
then
You
never
wasted
time
And
I,
I
never
took
much,
I
never
asked
for
your
crutch
Now
don't
ask
for
mine
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Альбом
Blonde On Blonde
1 Obviously Five Believers
2 Fourth Time Around
3 Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
4 Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)
5 Just Like a Woman
6 I Want You
7 One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)
8 Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
9 Temporary Like Achilles
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