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I Felt Like I Might As Well Have Been Living In Another Part Of The Solar System.

There Are Things I Could Say. But I Don't.

So Now I'm Going Back Again I Got To Get Her Somehow All The People We Used To Know They're An Illusion To Me Now Some Are Mathematicians Some Are Carpenter's Wives Don't Know How It All Got Started I Don't What They're Doing With Their Lives But Me I'm Still On The Road Heading For Another Joint We Always Did Feel The Same We Just Saw It From A Different Point Of View Tangled Up In Blue.

I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.