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Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Nobody cept You



Theres nothing round here I believe in

cept you, yeah you

And theres nothing to me thats sacred

cept you, yeah you

Youre the one that reaches me

Youre the one that I admire

Every time we meet together

My soul feels like its on fire

Nothing matters to me

And theres nothing I desire

cept you, yeah you

Nothing round here I care to try for

cept you, yeah you

Got nothing left to live or die for

cept you, yeah you

Theres a hymn I used to hear

In the churches all the time

Make me feel so good inside

So peaceful, so sublime

And theres nothing to remind me of that

Old familiar chime

cept you, uh huh you

Used to play in the cemetery

Dance and sing and run when I was a child

Never seemed strange

But now I just pass mournfully by

That place where the bones of life are piled

I know somethin has changed

Im a stranger here and no one sees me

cept you, yeah you

Nothing much matters or seems to please me

cept you, yeah you

Nothing hypnotizes me

Or holds me in a spell

Everything runs by me

Just like water from a well

Everybody wants my attention

Evrybodys got something to sell

cept you, yeah you

 

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