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Break
Hey Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you,
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand
But still not sleeping,
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet,
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming,
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped,
My hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step,
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin',
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade,
Cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it,
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin', madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone,
It's just escapin' on the run,
And but for the sky there are no fences facin',
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme,
To your tambourine in time,
It's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind,
It's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing,
And take me disappearing through the smoke 
rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time,
Far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees,
Out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach,
Of crazy sorrow