A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA FALL
 Bob Dylan
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| Oh, | where have you been, my | blue-eyed | son? | 
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| Oh, | where have you been, my darling young | one? | 
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| I’ve | stumbled on the side of | twelve misty | mountains | 
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| I’ve | walked and I’ve crawled on | six crooked | highways | 
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| I’ve | stepped in the middle of | seven sad | forests | 
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| I’ve | been out in front of a | dozen dead | oceans | 
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| I’ve been | ten thousand miles in the | mouth of a | graveyard | 
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| And it’s a | hard, and it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, and it’s a | hard | 
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| It’s a | hard rai- | --n’s a-gonna f | all | 
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| Oh, | what did you see, my | blue-eyed | son? | 
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| And | what did you see, my darling young | one? | 
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| I saw a | newborn baby with wild | wolves all a | round it | 
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| I saw a | highway of diamonds with | nobody | on it | 
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| I | saw a black branch with | blood that kept | drippin’ | 
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| I saw a | room full of men with their | hammers a- | bleedin’ | 
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| I | saw a white ladder all | covered with | water | 
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| I saw | ten thousand talkers whose | tongues were all | broken | 
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| I saw | guns and sharp swords in the | hands of young | children | 
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| And it’s a | hard, and it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, and it’s a | hard | 
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| And it’s a | hard rai- | --n’s a-gonna | fall | 
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| And | what did you hear, my | blue-eyed | son? | 
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| And | what did you hear, my darling young | one? | 
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| I heard the | sound of a thunder that | roared out a | warnin’ | 
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| I heard the | roar of a wave that could | drown the whole | world | 
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| I heard | one hundred drummers whose | hands were a- | blazin’ | 
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| I heard | ten thousand whisperin’ and | nobody | listenin’ | 
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| I heard | one person starve, I heard | many people | laughin’ | 
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| I heard the | song of a poet who | died in the | gutter | 
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| I heard the | sound of a clown who | cried in the | alley | 
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| And it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard | 
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| It’s a | hard rai- | --n’s a-gonna | fall | 
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| Oh, | what did you meet, my | blue-eyed | son? | 
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|  | Who did you meet, my darling young | one? | 
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| I | met a young child be | side a dead | pony | 
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| I | met a white man who | walked a black | dog | 
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| I | met a young woman whose | body was | burning | 
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| I | met a young girl, she | gave me a | rainbow | 
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| I | met one man who was | wounded in | love | 
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| I | met another man who was | wounded in | hatred | 
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| And it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard | 
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| It’s a | hard rai- | --n’s a-gonna | fall | 
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| And, | what’ll you do now, my | blue-eyed | son? | 
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| And, | what’ll you do now, my darling young | one? | 
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| I’m a- | goin’ back out ’fore the | rain starts a- | fallin’ | 
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| I’ll | walk to the depths of the | deepest dark | forest | 
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| Where the | people are many and their | hands are all | empty | 
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| Where the | pellets of poison are | flooding their | waters | 
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| Where the | home in the valley meets the | damp dirty | prison | 
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| And the | executioner’s face is | always well h | idden | 
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| Where | hunger is ugly, where the | souls are for | gotten | 
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| Where | black is the color, where | none is the | number | 
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| And I’ll | tell it and speak it and | think it and | breathe it | 
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| And | reflect from the mountain so | all souls can | see it | 
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| Then I’ll | stand on the ocean un | til I start | sinkin’ | 
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| But I’ll | know my song well be | fore I start | singin’ | 
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| And it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, it’s a | hard, and it’s a | hard | 
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| It’s a hard | rai---n’ | s a-gonna | fall | 
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