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Trouble in Mind

アーティスト:Bob Dylan  アルバム:Pure Dylan, An Intimate Look At Bob Dylan 

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I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins, Death can be the result of the most underrated pain. Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya, But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya." Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind, Lord, take away this trouble in mind. When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero, It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero. You think you can hide but you're never alone, Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone. Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind, Lord, take away this trouble in mind. Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air, He's gonna make you a law unto yourself, gonna build a bird's nest in your hair. He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you worship the work of your own hands, You'll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land. Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind, Lord, take away this trouble in mind. Well, your true love has caught


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