Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Bob Dylan, klart tråkigaste live framträdande jag sett någonsin , satt still på en stol hela konserten och sa ingenting till publiken......
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