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August 12, 2018

I WANT YOU

 

The guilty undertaker sighs

The lonesome organ grinder cries

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you

The cracked bells and washed-out horns 

Blow into my face with scorn, but it's

Not that way, I wasn't born to lose you

 

I want you

I want you

I want you, so bad

Honey, I want you

 

The drunken politician leaps 

Upon the street where mothers weep 

And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you

And I wait for them to interrupt

Me drinkin' from my broken cup

And ask me to open up the gate for you

 

I want you

I want you

I want you, so bad

Honey, I want you

 

How all my fathers they've gone down

True love they've been without it

But all their daughters put me down

'Cause I don't think about it

 

Well, I return to the queen of spades

And talk with my chambermaid

She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her

She is good to me and there's

Nothing she doesn't see

She knows where I'd like to be but it doesn't

Matter

 

I want you

I want you

I want you, so bad

Honey, I want you

 

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit he

Spoke to me, I took his flute

No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?

But I did it, because he lied and

Because he took you for a ride

And because time was on his side and

Because I

 

I want you

I want you

I want you, so bad

Honey, I want you.

 

- Bob Dylan 

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