.I'm a fly by night stealer, a folk singing junkie
I get high when I can't find my way
I heard Colorado is good to my kind
Maybe I'll go there someday
Well my rhymes are getting tired and my allusions are worn
I'm a preacher with nothing to say
So talk to me Dylan, show me a s.
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