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Ah Ahear this Robert ZimmerG#mman
I F#mwrote a song for you E
About a Astrange young man called G#mDylan
With a F#mvoice like sand and glueE
Some G#mwords had truthful C#mvengeance
That could Bpin us to the Afloor
F#mBrought a few more G#mpeople on
And put the Afear in a whole lot Bmore
Ah Ahere she comes here she comes Dhere she comes againA
That same old painted lady
From the Ebrow of the superbrain
She'll F#mscratch this world to pieces
As she Gcomes on like a friend
But a Acouple of songs from your old scrap book
Could Esend her home again
You Agave your heart to every G#mbedsit room
At least a F#mpicture on the wallE
And you Asat behind a million G#mpair of eyes
And F#mtold them how they saw E
G#mThen we lost your C#mtrain of thought
Your Bpaintings are all Ayour own
While F#mtroubles are rising
We'd G#mrather be scared Atogether than aBlone
Now Ahear this Robert ZimmerG#mman
Though I F#mdon't suppose we'll meet E
AAsk your good friend G#mDylan
If he'd gaze a F#mwhile down the old street E
G#mTell him we've lost his poC#mems
So we're Bwriting on the walls A
F#mGive us back our G#munity
AGive us back our faBmily
You're F#mevery nations G#mrefugee
Don't Aleave us with our Bsanity
Ah Ahere she comes here she comes Dhere she comes againA
That same old painted lady
From the Ebrow of the superbrain
She'll F#mscratch this world to pieces
As she Gcomes on like a friend
But a Acouple of songs from your old scrap book
Could Esend her home again
Oh a Gcouple of songs from your old scrap book
Could send her home again A
Oh here she comes D
Ooh here she comes A
And here she comes D
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