Текст песни Bob Dylan's 115th Nightmare

Well, his eyes are blue and your eyes are blue

And you're the furthest thing from him,

But if you think you're cool it's more likely true

That your friends wish you were dead

You can make them bow or you can push them out

Case you never really learned

How to connect you can't comprehend

How it's gonna end

Make love till those chemicals wear off

Do your best to complicate it all

Find love buried in the words of God

But you know you found them cause you hit rock bottom

And it's cool man, cause cool hands lose.

You never captivate, you just capitulate

And you follow all the trends

And if you make it out, you know they'll figure out

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And you're waiting for some kind of irreverence

You know the rebel's ain't your friends

They can see right through,

You play it safe don't you

And if your story never starts,

How can it end?

Love me, hate me, kill me, let me know it.

Well if it's bad, it's bad,

And if I'm drunk, I'm drunk

But brunettes are in my blood

And you can let me know if you'd be into it

Cause it's spring and I'm in love

And now I'm paralyzed by fictitious eyes

You know I'll never make them mine

Well I should have guessed that I can make a mess

Like nobody's business