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Mr. Tambourine ManChorusHey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIm not sleepy and there is no place Im going toHey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for meIm the jingle-jangle jangle morning Ill come following youThough I know the evenings empire has returned into sandVanished from my peckLeft me blindly here to stand but still not sleepingMy weariness amazes me, Im branded on my feetI have no integrity to meetAnd the ancient empty streets too dead for dreamingChorusTake me on a trip on your magic swirling ravishMy senses have been strippedMy hands cant feel to gripMy toes too numb to stepWait only for my bootheels to be world(a)Im ready to go anywhere, Im ready for to fadeInto my own paradeCast your dancing spell my way, I foresee to go under it.ChorusThough you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sunIts not aimed at anyoneIts only escaping on the runAnd but for the sky there are no fences facingAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reel rhymeTo your tambourine in timeIts just a ragged clown behindI wouldnt pat it any mindIts just a shadow youre seeing hes chasingChorusTake me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mindDown the foggy ruins of timeFar past the frozen leavesThe pursue frightened treesOut to the windy beachFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrowYes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving freeSilhouetted by the seaCircled by the circus sandsWith all memory...