Identify the real Bob Dylan lyrics

Can you tell the Bob Dylan songs from the other lyrics?

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Lyric 11 or 2Lyric 2
Now you're gone, it's hotels and whiskey and sad luck dames. And I don't care if they miss me and I never remember their names.They say whiskey will kill you, but I don't think it will. I'm riding with you to the top of the hill.
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce. And all my wealth won't buy me health.Lenny Bruce was bad. He was the brother that you never had.
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves. I wander out where you can't see. Inside my shell I wait and bleed.Gonna sleep down in the parlor and relive my dreams. I’ll close my eyes and I wonder if everything is as hollow as it seems.
I crawl like a viper through these suburban streets. Make love to these women, languid and bittersweet.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.
Hong Kong is up for grabs. London is full of Arabs. We could be in Palestine overrun by a Chinese line.Sheiks walking around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings. Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris.
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen!Put on your red dress, baby, we're going out tonight. Better wear some boxing gloves in case some fool might start a fight.
I got a cravin' love for blazin' speed. I got a hopped up Mustang Ford. Jump into the wagon, love. Throw your panties overboard.The night was as hot as a coal-burning stove. We were cooking with gas. Knew it had to last in the back of that red ragtop. She said please don't stop.
There'll be phantoms, there'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing. You'll see a woman hanging upside down.Peace will come with tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire, but will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.
I had me a girl in North Dakota. She was just fillin' her quota. Then I had me a girl in Chula Vista. I was in love with her sister.Well, I spied me a girl and before she could leave I said 'Let's go play Adam and Eve.'
I’m preaching the Word of God, I’m putting out your eyes.It wouldn't cross my mind to break your neck or rip out your vicious tongue.
And when you're down beyond the ground I'll dig up your body again and make love to shame.I can dress up your wounds with a blood-clotted rag. I ain't afraid to make love to a bitch or a hag.
Lyric 11 or 2Lyric 2
The cat’s in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey. Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie.
I was crossing the street when shots rang out. I didn’t know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.I was cuttin' a rug down at place called The Jug, with a girl named Linda Lou. When in walked a man with a gun in his hand.
They used to grow food in Kansas. Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.The seeds of life are not what they once were. Mother Nature and God don't own them anymore.
He’s eatin’ bagels. He’s eatin’ pizza. He’s eatin’ chitlins.On a dark street on a cold night pizza's cooking in a storefront oven.
Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides.At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines.
Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound. Her sister and I in a screaming battleground.I rode right back across Arkansas. I whipped her brother and I whipped her Pa.
Home of the brave, land of the free. I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie.The buying power of the proletariat's gone down. Money's getting shallow and weak.
Last night ’cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls. It must have been Don Pasquale makin’ a two a.m. booty call.Lemonade on your breath, sun in your hair. Did I mention how I love you in your underwear?
Man says, “Freddy!” I say, “Freddy who?” He says, “Freddy or not here I come!”Blonde haired, good looks, tryin' to get me hooked. Want me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book!
The Vicar in a tutu, he's not strange. He just wants to live his life this way.Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag. Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag.
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name. Vilified, crucified, in the human frame.I was blinded by the devil, born already ruined. Stone-cold dead as I stepped out of the womb.

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