Die Dylan Die

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Die, die Dylan die!
Just pack up and fly
Or go down below
to a place that you know

Don’t call on the phone
Leave me alone
Don’t come by at night
I am doing alright

Don’t sing me your song
Don’t tell me what’s wrong
For all that you said
We are all good as dead

You talked about justice
And cried about war
You sang about race
I can’t stand it no more

I want to go back
Like things were before
It was all just as bad
But kept outside the door

So please go away
Go someplace and stay
I have enough verse
Your words are a curse

It’s nice here inside
A place I can hide
Don’t stand there and yell
Let the world go to hell

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