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Nobody 'Cept You

๐Ÿ‘ค Bob Dylan โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Bootleg Series, Volumes 1-3: 1961-1991: Rare and Unreleased โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:38
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โฑ๏ธ 2:38 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Nothing 'round here that's sacred
'Cept you, yeah, you
There's nothing here to me that matters
'Cept you, yeah, you

You're the one that reaches me
You're the one that I admire
Every time we meet together
I feel like it's on fire
Nothing matters to me
And there's nothing I desire
'Cept you, yeah, you

Nothing 'round here I care to try for
'Cept you, yeah, you
Got nothing here to live or die for
'Cept you, yeah, you

There's a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that old familiar chime
Except you, yeah, you

Used to run in the cemetery
And dance, and run, and sang when I was a child
And it never seemed strange
But now I just pass mournfully
By that place where the bones of life are piled
I know somethin' has changed
I'm a stranger here and no one sees me
Except you, yeah, you

Nothing anymore seems to please me
Except you, yeah, you
Nothing hypnotizes me or holds me in a spell
Everything runs by me just like water from a well
Everybody wants my attention
Ev'rybody's got something to sell
Except you, yeah, you
I'm in love with you

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