Fourth Time Around    
Bob Dylan

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When she said, "Don't waste 

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your words, they're just lies," 

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I cried she was deaf.

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And she worked on my face 

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until breaking my eyes, 

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Then said, "What else you got left?"

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It was then that I got up to leave 

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But she said, "Don't forget,

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Ev'rybody must give something back 

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For something they get."


I stood there and hummed, 
I tapped on her drum 
and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot, 
And straightened her suit, 
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets 
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her 
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside, 
I stood in the dirt 
where every one walked.
And after finding I'd 
Forgotten my shirt, 
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, 
And I tried to make sense,
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair 
That leaned up against

Her Jamaican rum 
And when she did come, 
I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear." 
I said, "Your words aren't clear, 
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed  till her face got so red, 
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then 
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And when I was through, 
I filled up my shoe 
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in, 
You loved me then, 
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much, 
I never asked for your crutch, 
Now don't ask for mine.