Drake Bell - Bob Dylan
How may roads must a man walk down
I wish I could write so profound
The words he spoke were blown in the wind
Pick up my air guitar and write like him
A Bob Dylan
I live my life like a Rolling Stone
Feel my words are not my own
You can′t tell me what to sing
But the times they are changing
A Bob Dylan
A Bob Dylan
Look out kid
There′s something you did
God knows when but you′re doin′ it again
Searchin′ around for dignity
A little less of Bob and a little more of me
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How does it feel to be on your own
Lower than a complete unknown
Searchin′ for poetry in all the wrong places
Looking for acceptance it strangers faces
A Bob Dylan
A Bob Dylan
A Bob Dylan
A Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan, yeah
Oooh Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan