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(Brandon Flowers) (Bob Dylan) You sit there in your heartache waiting on some beautiful boy to save your from your old ways, You play forgiveness watch it now - here he comes He doesn't look a thing like Jesus but he talks like a gentleman Like you imagined when you were young Can we climb this mountain I don't know Higher now than ever before I know we can make it if we take it slow Let's take it easy, easy now, watch it go We're burning down the highway skyline on the back of a hurricane that started turning When you were young, when you were young And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live When you were young They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet, you don't have to drink right now But you can dip your feet, every once in a little while You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways, you play forgiveness Watch it now here he comes, he doesn't look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young When you were young I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But more than you'll ever know How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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