Mr. Tambourine Man ([muse] w [insomnia] [bootlegs] to [dream] @ [the housing complex]) ([nOt_lIvInG_WiTh_mY_DaD_AnYmOrE])

This never happens to my electric guitar
I'm not sleeping

Stare up into darkness
Avoid any light, focus
Hear the fight start again ('Gain)
Choose Mr Tambourine Man
Queue the, queue the, queue the, queue the, queue the, queue the, queue the, queue the
Queue the birds then, queue the birds then
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan

Contemplate every snare
Realise the warmth came from tears
Push off some comforters
Track the patterns restarting
Hear the, hear the, hear the, hear the, hear the, hear the
Hear the morning birds land, while a band chants

Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan

First The Rickenbacker
Then Robert Zimmerman

Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan

Reflect, resent your cell
Think of the fan, be mindful
Hear the same fight begin
Queue Mr. Tambourine Man
Loop the, loop the, loop the, loop the
Loop The Byrds, loop The Byrds, and

Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan (Bob Dylan)
Bob Dylan