There is a tale I often tell
about a boy who chained the world
with his own hand
the became old and lost his grace
and every moment drew a line
on his face
and is no holiday
Just like Bob Dylan
he was Rober Zimmerman
just a boy youth is richness
youth is art
you can fail a million times
but you’re gonna rise up
Right now I’m a young man
and my blood is compromised
not cigarettes or drinks
death comes cause of life and it’s no holiday
mr. Bob Dylan
he was Robert Zimmerman
just a boy discovering life
mr. Bob Dylan
he was Robert Zimmerman
just a boy
discovering life
just a boy
discovering life
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