Cifra de Sad Eyed Lady Of The Low Lands - Bob Dylan
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
Oh who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you?
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Sad eyed lady of the lowlands
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Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
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Should I leave them by your gate
Or sad eyed lady should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your sillouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Chorous
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Chorous
Oh the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever ever persuade you?
Chorous