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“The times they are a-changin’”
And I’m starting to get old
But there’s no reason why
I should stop acting bold
Cause better times are coming
There’s better times ahead
And I will find a reason
To get out of bed
And I won’t stop talking to girls
At least 'til I get laid
Yeah, when the party’s over and you’ve gone home
Remember: I’ve stayed
And I start smoking at seven
Start drinking around nine
And that’s the live that I would led
If Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
And hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
And I won’t lay off on punk
I’ll mix it with my folk
I can’t sell out without being bought
I just want to buy me some smokes
And life is like a jungle
And you will survive
Remember your friends and all the shit
That makes you feel alive
And hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine
We went out every night smoking joints and drinking wine
And hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I want to be Bob Dylan
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