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Lyrics by: Bob Dylan
# Debut Chart
58 Jan '66 Hot 100

Lyrics

He sits in your room, his tomb With a fist full of tacks Preoccupied with his vengeance Cursing the dead that can't Answer him back


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You know that he has no intentions Of looking your way, unless it's to say That he needs you to test his inventions Hey, come crawl out your window Use your hands and legs, it won't ruin you How can you say he will haunt you You can go back to him any time you want to He looks so truthful, is this how he feels Trying to peel the moon and expose it With his businesslike anger and His bloodhounds that kneel If he needs a third eye, he just grows it He just needs you to talk Or to hand him his chalk Or pick it up after he throws it Hey, please, crawl out your window Use your hands and legs, it won't ruin you How can you say he will haunt you You can go back to him any time you want to He looks so righteous While your face is so changed As you sit on the box You keep him in While his genocide fools And his friends rearrange Their religion of the little ten women That backs up their views But your face is so bruised Come on out The dark is just beginning Hey, please, crawl out your window Use your hands and legs, it won't ruin you How can you say he will haunt you when You can go back to him any time you want to You got a lot of nerve To say you are my friend If you won't come out your window Yes, come out your window

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