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From Bob Dylan's album: Highway 61 Revisited

When you^,re lost in the rain in Juarez
And it^,s Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don^,t pull you through
Don^,t put on any airs
When you^,re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don^,t have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won^,t even say what it is I^,ve got

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you^,re so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill
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It^,s either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you^,re lookin^, to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don^,t need you
And man they expect the same

Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they^,d stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I^,m going back to New York City
I do believe I^,ve had enough
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