Detestable Red-Nosed Giantess

if you ever had me signed up for your thing
by some sort of mistake of some kind
suppose you had me down as sympathizing
and nothing like Bob Dylan in your mind

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you're way out on a limb you're way wrong
you've found yourself within the wrong song
I'd be looking for the next cab
and returning to your meth lab
so the rest of us can kindly get along

now back to this idea you first brought up
by way of putting people in a box
this brand of politics is not my cup
I'm going through the college of hard knocks

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