(Bob Dylan)

You speak to me in sign language,

As I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe

At a quarter to three.

But I can't respond to your sign language.

You're taking advantage, bringing me down.

Can't you make any sound?

'Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery.

This is my story, still I'm still there.

Does she know I still care?

Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying

For the words I was saying, so misunderstood.

He didn't do me no good.

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