Mr. Tamborine Man:

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to,

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

In the jingle-jangle morning,

I'll come following you.

Though I know that evening's empire,

has returned into sand,

vanished from my hand,

left me blindly here to stand,

but still not sleeping,

My weariness amazes me,

I'm branded on my feet,

I have no one to meet,

And my ancient empty streets,

Too dead for dreaming.

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to,

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

In the jingle-jangle morning,

I'll come following you.

Take me on a trip,

apon your magic swirling ship,

my senses have been stripped,

my hands can't feel the grips,

my toes too numb to step,

wait only for my bootheel to go wandering,

I'm ready to go anywhere,

I'm ready for defeat,

Into my own parade,

I promise to go wandering.

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to,

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

In the jingle-jangle morning,

I'll come following you.

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, slinging,

madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone,

It's just escaping on the run,

And but for the sky, there are no fences facing.

And if you hear vauge traces,

of skipping reals of rhyme,

to your tamborine in time,

It's just the ragged clown behind,

It's just the shadow you're seeing,

that he's chasing.

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to,

Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man,

play a song for me,

In the jingle-jangle morning,

I'll come following you.

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