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Hindsight blues, I'm tangled up in you but you can't see through the overgrowth - Thick bristles and whistle blowers, Tell me your perception of me. Let's laugh together at the discrepancies, Don't expect more from me, You know me better than that, aristocratic nature, I hate where you come from, That comfortable turf. I can't be myself in your world, Solipsism - listen we can only shine on reflection vision and that takes more than you or I alone. Still tripping, Tangled up in you.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
Hindsight Blues
Hindsight blues, I'm tangled up in you but you can't see through the overgrowth - Thick bristles and whistle blowers, Tell me your perception of me. Let's laugh together at the discrepancies, Don't expect more from me, You know me better than that, aristocratic nature, I hate where you come from, That comfortable turf. I can't be myself in your world, Solipsism - listen we can only shine on reflection vision and that takes more than you or I alone. Still tripping, Tangled up in you.
So I went to see Bob Dylan the other night at the Royal Albert Hall...
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
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