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Here's an artificial rhyme
Dylan's lyrics for now are mine
now let's find which rhyme it will be
this time
Mama, take this badge off o' me
it's kinda large as you can see
I can't use it anymore
bought it cheap in a hippie store
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
they really charged me some kind of fee
If I carry on with this rhyme,
hope not to get charged any fine
I feel I'm knockin' on Heaven's door
it lifts me up from the floor
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
tock tock clock above the floor
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
tock tock clock ashore
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
pluck pluck pluck'n off some more
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
yak yak yak and Jack's knock'n on 1st floor
Mama, put my guns in the ground
Papa, look what I have found
I can't shoot them anymore
and I don't want to, that's for sure
That long black cloud is comin' down
now I sit and pout and frown
I feel I'm knockin' on Heaven's door
I steal and am mock'n with another door
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
shock shock shock, shock'n me on the floor
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
tock tock tock, tock'n clock on 7th floor
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
truck truck truck'n on Heaven's floor
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
flap flap flap'n wings with no rings
with no chaines and no staines on me shirt
I guess that's what he sings, what I heard
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