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Positively 4th Street

The Byrds

You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning.

You got a lotta nerve to say you've got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winning.

You say I let you down you know it's not like that
If you're so hurt why then don't you show it.

You say you've lost you faith but that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose and you know it.

I know the reason that you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with.

Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with.

You see me on the street you always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck" but you don't mean it.

When you now as well as me you'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it.

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them.

And I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don't you understand it's not my problem.

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you.

Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

Composição: Bob Dylan





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