Bob Dylan

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Am
Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind,
Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine,
 E
Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad,
Am
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it,
It's makin' me feel so sad.

Chorus:
Am
Dead man, dead man,
When will you arise?
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Cobwebs in your mind,
               Am
Dust upon your eyes.

Satan got you by the heel, there's a bird's nest in your hair
Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share?
The way that you hold your head, cursing God with every move
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
What are you trying to prove?

chorus

The glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin
The ghetto that you build for me is the one you end up in
The race of the engine that overrules your heart
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
Pretending that you're so smart

chorus

What are you trying to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
The tuxedo that you're wearing, the flower in your lapel
Ooh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it
You want to take me down to hell

chorus